What indifference a day makes

I did nothing noteworthy today. I've been sitting here, thinking about the events of the day, trying to tease out a single happening worthy of encapsulating into an amusing or interesting anecdote and I've been coming up blank (well, aside from the incident with the hairdresser who didn't speak english and who, having misunderstood what I was asking for, came within a hairs breadth - pun intended - of shaving my entire head. I'm just glad I was paying attention when she started on me with the electric razor. It was a close shave. Boom, boom.). It seems an awful waste, to have so little to show for a whole day. If I'd known that when I woke up this morning I would have set out with object of achieving something, but instead I let the day slip away.

It's a shame because, with hindsight, it was rather a lovely day. The sky was mostly blue, the sun - a rare sight recently - mostly shone and the temperature was passably warm too, at least enough to make me feel slightly overdressed (the scarf will have to go). It was a good day to do something and I didn't.

I shall simply have to make up for it tomorrow.