Monday morning

• Her forearms are long and thin, and the sleeve of her floppy jumper keeps dropping as she fiddles with her empty teacup. She is reading Tolstoy.
• The sun is rising over Sidcup.
• I have padded plasters on my ankles as a preventative measure. Lots of walking today.
• Joel Stein doesn't want me to be his pen-pal. I have to say, I like his take on 'community'.