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The computer monitor says 18:26.

Six hours ago was half past midday. What was happening then? I think I was coming back from the library. I walked in and the coffee machine was broken. Maybe it was later. My memory is weak. I wrote week. Misspellings create new meanings. This doesn’t help me fathom what happened six hours ago. I had to go and fetch the video camera. I went to the charity shop with Josh’s gear. Stopped to talk to a chugger. Actionaid. Helping kids in wherever that earthquake is. I forget. Is this because I’m convinced my memory is deteriorating? I got a paper. I hardly read it. I did most of the crossword, made soup. I am signed off uni but went through on way back. Saw Clover. Came back and made an omelet forgetting we were meant to meet to eat. Took camera back but forgot spare battery and lens cap though remembered charger. Checked this in the street. I picked up a milk bottle seal thinking it was a pog. Wiped my hands on my trousers. Josh’s trousers. Josh is in Paris. James is working at uni. Will be back. Lottie is going to the cinema. Had a hard day at work. Max met with Clover and I at spring bank, spotted me a hot chocolate. Clover had a cappuccino. She said she might see me at lunchtimes. Max might drop by in the morning again. Six hours ago. An odd length of time. I got this email this morning and was thinking I was asleep six hours ago and people in australia might be awake. Got this vice student ambassador thing or so it’s called. Promotional. Walked across the bridge to pick up guitar strings. Had to wait a bit and had big empty suitcase. I heard the clock strike one at some point. My phone died on the bridge trying to send a text to my sister saying that Kingston was twinned with Delft, where we once visited the factory. This did not get that far. Just wrote, “did you know” before it caved in. Pulled trolley through high town. The clock struck one. The mouse fell down. Prior to the mouse’s tumble I was in the guitar shop, buying strings. Or looking in the window of TK Maxx. Or on the bridge. My watch is on the armchair in my room with a dead battery. The other clocks in the house show different times. I live a disharmonious existence out of synch with everyone. Sometimes at night I am not ready for bed. I am woken in the morning. This must improve. I want to schedule exercise. I don’t feel up to it. I looked over the water. I have nothing more to say. I don’t know when six hours ago was. That is to say, I don’t know what was happening six hours ago as I did not check the time. I went to a cafe and had a teapigs tea and looked at the Mirror. I only went in to use their toilet. I did not see a clock. I do not know what order these things happened or at least would have to think. I am tired. Should I go out? I don’t know. I said I might watch the film Lottie’s watching. It’s post-apocalyptic. It might not be the right thing. I’ll watch a video.