Slow but adequate run, coffee and fruit, shower and dress, Morning Prayer, and a fruitless bus ride (coincidentally with Bradley) in to Oxford to find a new black linen blazer. Honestly, what’s wrong with the world that an entire complex of high-end and everyday clothiers could show me not one black linen jacket? Add to that the obvious cost-cutting with regard to staffing (at one point, there was no emloyee on the shop floor at all at a familiar High Street chain? Not one.
Home for lunch, and I fell into reading Ian Leslie’s John and Paul: A Love Story in Songs, which Alan Jacobs put me onto. Marking. A much-needed second cup of coffee.