I love the ‘dappled days’ where the various strands of life weave in and around each other.
So yesterday started with my usual swim and a tutorial from my good friend and fellow councillor James Cousins on how to set up a blog. (So any merit of these pages is mine but any faults are down to him!) Off to West Hill Ward to look in on an open door session for residents of Florys Court and Augustus Road about their forthcoming repairs and decorations programme, then to the Town Hall for a leaving do for Russell King, a former Wandsworth councillor who is upping sticks and heading down under – a shame, as he was a rare example of clear new thinking and I think he’ll be missed.
After a Group meeting – usual mix of good contributions from good people and petulant shouting down of dissenting ideas – I ended up at New Broadcasting House. I’ve become a great fan of the media, including the BBC. The final product looks effortless but the amount of work that goes into it is extraordinary. I got the call late afternoon from one of my usual contacts there, spent 40 minutes driving in, 30 minutes sitting and waiting, then got 3 minutes on The World Tonight with Caroline Quinn talking about Russia energy sanctions, and 40 minutes to get home. Odd business when you think about it but it gave the day an interesting end. Carlos looked hot and bothered when I got in – how a Cuban can struggle with English summers mystifies me – but we relaxed in front of “Graceland” (an American televisual play, your Honour) and all was well.
My main aim for the day – to plough on with this book on energy that I have to get done by February and which I suspect will be something of a theme of these posts in coming months – got pretty much ignored, perhaps because I had so much opportunity for displacement activity. As I am doubtless doing now. So cheerio, I have a mercifully empty diary for August so no excuses.