I keep insisting that my memory has improved since I began taking gingko biloba. Putting it to the test, these are my strongest memories of the last week or so. Hold onto your trousers:

Today: got up at 2pmish, went to visit my friend F in Kick, who’s over visiting from Sweden with new partner R. Had a hot chocolate, two Sagres and a plate of Spanish meat and cheese loveliness. Headed on to Juno for decompression coffee and digestives. Home on bus with strange beeping box conductor woman. Online for hours looking at flats to rent, called my friends E, N and S, spoke to R, and N at length. At home now, pondering on when to hit the sack. Will read more of Eat Shoots and Leaves before sleep.

Saturday: got up at 11.30, had quick breakfast, R went off to make music with J, I went to shops and bought: 1 mattress cover, 4 films, 1 tripod, 1 set underwear, 1 box multivitamins, 1 box cod liver oil with evening primrose oil, 1 box gingko biloba. Sushi, apple and mango juice for lunch. Home. 20 minute swim. Changed. Headed to Warwick Avenue to take photos at an engagement party, then back to Liverpool Street to meet R and friends in the Golden Hart, before heading to H’s flat for late night whiskey, with amusing company provided by all; lots of Blondie and photo-taking. Walked home to R’s via chips. Chased a cat. Bed at 3am.

Friday: got up at 8.30 at K’s. She made whopping bacon, eggs, potato waffles and toast for breakfast, then drove us to work. Worked all day, went to TVC with KC at lunchtime. S came over with a jumper for me. Had wine in the evening for F’s leaving celebration, then to an Italian restaurant in Soho where I had vongole pasta, then to see Lost in Translation at the Curzon Soho, then to Kettner’s for a bottle of champagne, then to Bar Italia for coffee and panettone. Bus home, was horrible, so we got off and walked for 1/2 hour. Camomile tea, bed at 4am.

Thursday: got up late, still managed to get to work on time. K drove me, H and two other people up to the stable yard for an hour’s riding. Was scary: windy and rainy on a tin roof, with spooky horses. Went to K’s for lovely sausage, mash, red onion and spring greens. Had a bath. Knackered. Bed at 11.30pm.

Wednesday: got up sometime. Work. Had various meetings, day went quite quickly. Met up with C and S in BKB for wine and food, I had steak and chips. Headed home, picked R up on the way. Slouched around, R danced a lot. Bed late.pm.

Tuesday: got up, had bath. Work. S came over with my ski stuff. Was supposed to go for drinks, but cried off in order to go shopping for black jumpers. Which I did, successfully.

Monday: got up. T back in work looking glowing after holiday. Went for long lunch with her and others. Home.

Last weekend: yoga on Saturday morning with A and A, terrifyingly painful with a hangover. Not to be repeated. Met up with v old friend M in Clerkenwell, before she headed back to Oz. Then to meet R at the Spitz. Bought Sunday Times, still such a thrill to buy on a Saturday night. Got up late, had crossed wires with S over meeting her. Read Sunday papers, went to camp Vietnamese restaurant with top hot coconut coffee, then to Kick for more coffee and good conversation.