00.00 - Asleep 07.00 - Still asleep 08.45 - Awake after particularly long sleep 08.50 - Mug of tea, bowl of Shreddies 09.40 - Slouching in a nice hot bath 10.35 - On the bus 11.00 - At Roman Road Market. Apart from one artisan bakery stall, Mary Portas's street food legacy has ebbed away. But still ticking over. 11.30 - Sat on a bench in the Olympic Park. The eastern half is relatively busy with sightseers, playground users, cafe drinkers and gardeners. I think there's only me in the western half. 12.30 - At the supermarket, buying food for the weekend. Apart from the milk, everything in my basket has a reduced sticker on it. There is a chubby elf outside dispensing Santa hats. 12.40 - On the bus. Sky's turned grey from blue. 13.00 - Home. Mug of tea. Tuna sandwich. 13.25 - Bringing my (budding) Christmas cactus inside, off the balcony, before the frost gets it. 13.45 - On the tube. At Bow Road was nearly thwacked in the face by a cello being carried on a lady's back. 14.30 - At Camden Lock for the opportunity to go down into the drainedcanal for a look around. No such luck, all tours full. 14.45 - Escaping the tourists, noodles and head-down phone-starers by bus. 15.30 - Walking from one Jubilee line station to another, so you have something to read about next week. 16.30 - At the Canary Wharf Screen to watch some Art On The Underground. Except they've turned it off. 16.40 - On the DLR home. It has been a day out packed with special memories. 17.00 - Mug of tea, fruit shortcake biscuit 17.35 - Flicking through the 100+ photos I took while I was out. Almost all of those taken indoors or underground are rubbish. 18.05 - Oven on, washing machine on, Pick Of The Pops on. 18.10 - The fireworks for Westfield's Christmas Lights Switch-on are making a racket 18.50 - Cod fishcakes, jacket potato, mushrooms, brussels sprouts, peas 19.55 - Mug of tea, dark chocolate KitKat 20.00 - Three and half hours of Doctor Who, including at least three complete episodes, on BBC3 now, you say? Ace. 20.55 - Trying to decide if the autumn's yet cold enough to turn the heating on. As yet unconvinced. 21.45 - Writing about somewhere you'll never go, for the blog tomorrow. 23.00 - I reckon I've uttered ten words today: "thanks" to a lady on a bus, "thanks" to a man on a bus, "cheers" to my local newsagent, "no problem" to a lady with a cello, "sorry" to a lady on a train, and "that's not enough... thanks" to the supermarket cashier who shortchanged me at Waitrose. 23.15 - The brussels sprouts are becoming obvious 23.50 - Mug of drinking chocolate 23.55 - If I tweeted more often, I suspect it'd be like this. I'll spare you.