Today it read:
8am-10am: Finish short story (I actually had a long bath, did some laundry and then cleaned out the fridge);
11am- 12.30pm: Yoga (did this including something called the 'double-twist' which is as eye-wateringly excruciating as it sounds);
12.30pm- 2.30pm: Shopping for food (this lasted until 4.30pm because there was a not-so-swift-detour involving the clothes sales in Marks and Spencers);
2.30pm - 6pm: More writing (not sure what I've done since I've come in but had several cups of tea and now know a lot more about the norovirus sweeping the country, the tragic life-stories of people evacuated from the Royal Marsden Hospital fire yesterday and how it feel to be 35 stones and living in Mississippi courtesy of the BBC News website).
Actually I did come across some interesting things while I was out so maybe the day was not entirely a waste: for instance, there were so many basketball players practising in the sports hall when I came out of yoga that the pounding of their basket balls and feet made the floor shake quite impressively; then in the supermarket queue I caught myself staring at an elderly man and his middle-aged son whose noses jutted out at exactly the same angle and at one instant lined up exactly in a type of nasal eclipse; and because my yoga teacher told us at the end of the session that no matter how unattractive our exteriors inside we all have the potential to be beautiful (an interesting but not altogether uncontentious view, I felt) I picked out the two most ugly pomegranates I could find in the spirit of sympathy and research, and found that they were indeed quite luscious.