Sunday 25th January 2026
There is nothing planned and, as a result, I am riddled with guilt.
I do some writing – Diary No 1 – get a motorbike down to Junction to buy some bits and bobs, have a semi comprehensible discussion with Julius, do some ironing (I know, me ironing. It is just that all the lightweight stuff I wear here is sort of cottony or linenny and I just permanently look like a mobile crumple) and, in a fit of bravado, and because I am feeling strong, message Felista to say if she wants to meet she should come to Corner. There is no reply.
Now, I have been deeply disappointed in the number of my friends – some of whom boast better than impressive intellects – who take time and pride in posting their Wordle results here. I very recently thought I might try this Herculean task for the human brain, and so I did. Has NO ONE else noticed that it is basically good old Hang The Man with more social media savvy and less jeopardy?
Still no electricity in the new shop, btw.
Souad is holding the fort in the original place till 29th. She is quite quite extraordinary, and more people should go in and tell her.
Dagoretti Corner erupts into deafening cheers every so often, so I assume there is football on.
Arsenal vs Man Utd, I am told. Like I care.
