Nicholas Quirke was remembering Sundays had a tradition of being long slow, uneventful, dull times and he was amused to note that he could not attach any of those appellations to the day he was having. He had experienced a couple of weeks of Zen since he had focused on ridding himself of the anxiety he was experiencing regarding his finances during the mesmerizing Sound Bath he had experienced at his friend Simons. He had reached a state of almost calm during the meditation and had not seemed to have emerged from that state since, His Sunday began with him reviewing the past couple of weeks which had been full of action and incident which to his dismay he had failed to blog. He was frustrated that his energy had waned when it came to diarising the days which came vividly to life as he collated the photographs. From soundbaths, Private Views, buying socks, visiting Bramber, Visiting his Mother convalescing in Godalming, to theatre trips, cinema, dance, reading Dickens as a Victorian and seeing family and friends. And how could he miss recording the drive to Sadlers Wells in London with Julian who after 90 minutes of holding in his pee could bear it no longer and as they drove through Waterloo pissed into a bottle, ‘Don’t look at me’! he cried, as if the indignity could be in someway any worse than it was; however, Nicholas did avert his eyes as the sound of the never ending stream echoed around the car. He was just going to have to let the photographs speak and get on with recording his days from now. It was now a year since Nicholas had left his full time 20 year employment with American Express and felt his time was slipping away from him at a rapid pace and was no closer to pulling together the strings and finding answers to the questions raised in the Odyssey; he was phenomenally busy, yet nothing was getting him closer to resolving what he was searching for. And his Sunday was certainly not going to give him the time to discover solutions as once he had got up to date with his various social network projects, the podcast, Shelf of Shame and ShowShoppers, it was time to go and meet Cole, Harvey and Grace for Brunch in the Green kitchen. It was good to have the family together for the first time in Months. It was seriously Autumn, a carpet of leaves littered the pathways of Preston Park and the brown golden tints gave him a strange sense of excitement. He was also looking forward to the meeting of the Book Club he had been flattered into joining, though it was only himself and the founder Noel there to discuss the book they had read, Susan Hill’s ‘The Bird of the Night’. Though it was a short novel, he had found the themes of madness and genius not to his liking. It was a good conversation and he felt inspired by the time he got home. He walked to to the Duke’s at Komedia where he met Aaron. They had supper in GBK, but it was not an experience Nicholas particularly enjoyed as despite the good company and chat, he found the service and meal itself wanting. He had no such feelings about the film they saw, ‘Bad Times at the El Royale’ a stylish, witty, crime caper, with some high octane thrills that had Aaron yelping in shock. As they left the cinema it was pouring with rain. He got a lift part of the way home and in the short walk from the Level, he got soaked through, something he had not experienced for a long time. There were no adverse effects as he woke on the morning of Monday 15th October morning to an early start with his Client. The work was not onerous, some washing up, some admin and some shopping. It gave him just enough time to walk into town to meet Audrey. It was, as ever, a loud raucous and funny time, though Audrey was bemoaning her current situation. Nicholas had an evening in Chichester and on the drive there, through Storrington and Amberly, to avoid the appalling traffic, witnessed low hanging mists clinging eerily to the earth and so compelling was the sight that he eventually had to stop the car and take some photographs, the best of the sights however, behind him. Stopping his journey did cause him to be 2 minutes late for the performance which started at the unusually early time of , but as a result, he ended up in a prime seat for his £10 ticket to see ‘The Midnight Gang’. It was a musical based on a children’s book by David Walliams and though he enjoyed its whimsy he found it too sentimental and corny, ell it was for children and if he had read the blurb in the brochure properly he would have known that. Its early start meat an early finish so he got home and to his bed in a reasonably early hour.