Someone threw themselves under a tube train at Oxford Circus this evening.

I was en route to a hairdresser's appointment. I missed the appointment (bad), but walked from Marble Arch to Holborn under an armageddon autumnal sky (good).

Looking back I had a reasonable day, starting at 8.03 (bad) when I woke (good) after forgetting to set my alarm (bad). I met nice new people who I'll be working with for a while (good), found out I was going on a world-renowned management course (good) that starts just before my birthday (bad). I had a vat of skinny capuccino with caramel (good).

£50.20 was credited to my bank account (good), I got pissed off having to rush work and not achieving what I think I'm capable of (bad). I got invited to go for a drink (good), but passed it up for hairdressing reasons (bad, twice).

After my walk this evening, I turned left into my street fully intending to do yoga or go for a swim (good), but minutes later found myself parting with £11.29 for a copy of Private Eye, a bar of organic chocolate, a bag of hand-cooked crisps and a bottle of Vouvray (bad and good, something like Schroedinger's cat).

Did 100 sit-ups (good) to cancel out the listed purchases. R is coming over later and we'll cook together (good).

Now I'm just doing this while pondering on who it was who did what they did and just how (bad) their day must have been.