Glossy page beauty at 11 o'clock

There's a supermodel sitting across from me in the library. I can't remember the last time I sat so near a woman who doesn't look human. I'm trying to spot a flaw but there's nothing. The hair is lush and dark, long and trendily cut. She's got long eye-lashes, blue eyes, olive skin and tiny little blonde hairs on her arms. Oh wait... she's pouting a little bit (flaw number 1) and she keeps looking around (flaw number 2). She cares what we think.

I went swimming today for the first time in two weeks. Now that the mornings are dark and cold, I find it very hard to get up at 6:30 am, walk to the gym for 20 minutes, swim for 45 minutes, blow dry my hair, then walk for 20 minutes back home. When I got to the gym this morning, the men's room had become the women's room, and vice-versa. They do this stuff a lot, usually when there's maintenance work. Why the genders can't stay in their respective rooms is a mystery to me - I don't see how relevant it is for us to suddenly use the girls room.

The main fun today will be meeting Mister and Missis Love Muffin. We are going to have some dinner around Baker Street (where the fictitious Sherlock Holmes once lived) then go to the movies: Korean extreme-violence fare, apparently, called "Oldboy".