gillpolack @ 2011-09-09T10:59:00

I was annoyed when my train of thought was interrupted by a phonecall. I told myself "It's family - they're the only ones who would ring partway through a Friday morning." I stopped being annoyed and answered the phone. It was a pleasant lady trying to get me to donate money.

"Do you know the wonderful work the Heart Research Foundation is doing?" she asked me.

"Yes, I know quite a bit about the wonderful work the Heart Research Foundation is doing. What I don't know is why you interrupted my work."

"I'm sorry, this is the only phone number I have. I thought it was a home number."

"I work from home."

And she beat a hasty and polite retreat. This doesn't bring back my train of thought, but at least the interruption was a short one.

In other not-really-news I have fewer review books to read than I thought. One of those days I had a high fever I had sorted books into entirely the wrong piles and two books I had finished with were included in the unread stack. The bad news is that these were the short books - the only books remaining unto me are rather large. The page count for the next three days remains the same, but the number of books is smaller. I'm now going round my flat, looking suspiciously at almost everything, wondering what other daft things I did while in the throes of fever. I do suspect, however, that stacking books badly is the worst of it.