I was intending to go to a "Healthy Walk" at Streatham Common, but I don't really know how to get there from here, I'm getting another cold, and it's one of those days when I can't be arsed to go out and endure being stared/shouted at. I walked up and down the hall for half an hour or so, but that probably doesn't count as 'real' exercise
The afternoon film, WINDOM'S WAY,evidently a lively, decent potboiler, was cancelled, to bring us a whole load of sadness from Auschwitz. Well, I suppose they do have to keep rubbing peoples' noses in it, as it seems schoolkids today don't know anything at all about the Holocaust (or much of anything else for that matter, sodding mindless little brutes...mumble.)
I wrote a little vignette of my unhappy childhood, for a zine that was looking for such stuff, and posted it.