A flutter of snow (just now) left the sky and the the street and the tops of the cars looking silver. Before that, when the snow started- just as I opened the currtains- the sky was electric blue.
When the world is so beautiful, even on an ordinary street, it's like someone is pouring water into my ribcage and I think I'll burst from its pressure. It's not exactly nice.

Work last night- had to help on the steak and oyster bar, which was fine because it was quiet and I don't mind it too much if it's not busy.
But to be honest I still prefer just working on the fish counter; there you just have to do one thing at a time, but when you're serving people their dinners you have to do everything at once. And anyway, having a steak and oyster bar in a supermarket is so pretentious.

I didn't go swimmming- I could have gone before class, but I decided not to. But it means by the end of the day I felt snappish and my limbs felt like they didn't fit. Anyway, I'm going in a minute when the pool opens for daytime lane swimming.

Why are programs about buying and selling houses to satisfying to watch?

I'm sitting in the big armchair, with a cup of coffee, thinking about doing some work and actually just watching property shows.

Also, no-one has ever had the opportunity to forget it's Valentines Day. (thankyou, signs in shop windows, signs in the fridges, signs on the shelves, signs on the underground, signs in the underpass).

Also- since most of you are ones- why are Americans so weird? Probably not all Americans, maybe just the ones abroad who work in Canary Wharf. And the ones on the telly.
Why is it they have something so strangely volitile in their soul, that the rest of their character is tightly stretched over as if their afraid of it? Even though (most of them) are nice; friendlier than the English. They're so stretched so tightly that they're almost transparent.