While my bike had been locked up for that hour somebody had managed to knock the gears out of kilter, so the bike rattled all the way home because I didn't have anything with which to fix it. On Jesus Lock Bridge I was trying to go the opposite way to about 50 American tourists, who all stared at me in a hostile way as I tried to cross the bridge. (I mean, jeez, guys, it's a two-way bridge, would it have killed you to shift into single file for about 10 seconds?)
I don't have any money at all until next week. I'm scared about the money situation; last time I was late paying a credit card bill (due to HSBC's incompetence -- they reverted to sending the bills to an address where I hadn't lived for over a year) they phoned me up at 8am and threatened to send the bailiffs round. God knows what they'll do if I'm over the limit and it's my own fault.
Then this evening I've got to do a crap concert with an incompetent orchestra for an audience which will collectively nod in a vacant way and say how nice the music is.
Tomorrow I don't think I will bother getting out of bed.