Haven't done much, of course. I went to the supermarkets yesterday, and traffic was dreadfully slow. Wandsworth Road has been dug up for months, and gods know for how much longer. On Lavender Hill, there was a hubbub, and I saw paramedics pumping the chest of a tramp type. I don't know what happened, bur it really didn't look hopeful. There was another rough-looking bloke standing there, looking worried as he watched, so at least the poor collapsed guy hadn't been 'alone' when he plotzed. I hope he wasn't as dead as he looked.
I got a little cleaning done, a very little...but I'm really going to need help to get the place back to any kind of civilised state.
Saw an excellent biography of Paula Rego last night, and tonight was an even better one, A FEW ROUNDS WITH SHANE MACGOWAN. It left me quite melancholy, though. I mean the guy is such a genius, but he's so unbelievably hideously fucked up, it's astounding he's still alive, and has made it to 60. *Sigh*