inbetween days

We have guest rooms at work for artists who work with us. A couple of weeks ago I spent a few nights in one of those rooms myself. It was strange to spend an evening in Knightsbridge; to take the bus to High Street Kensington and go to the cinema there; to be at work early. It's a different world.

I found myself at Heathrow at six in the morning, too tired to read, too excited about spending some quality time with my family. So I started watching Borgen instead. I probably watch about one TV show a year, and Borgen has fulfilled my requirement of an intelligent, female-led political drama.

I went home, and when I came back I read On Not Going Home, and it's very good.