It’s been a very exciting week.

Being back in London means that there are chances to see all sorts of famous people. Well, moderately famous people. Okay, to be honest, there’s a good chance to see D-list celebrities, which is about as unfamous as you can be while still remaining recognisable.

Two D-list sightings this week to note: one of EastEnders’ Big Mo, eating sushi at a restaurant in Borough Market near London Bridge, and one of Richard from this year’s Big Brother, getting off a train at London Bridge station. How about that – rubbing shoulders with the crème-de-la-crème sour cream of the showbiz world. How glamorous is my life?

Also exciting because I’ve had the first proposal I’ve written as part of my new job accepted by a client. It’s a very small piece of work that will hopefully grow into something larger, but it’s important symbolically. It feels like I’m beginning to gain some traction and momentum, which can only be a good thing.

I’m beginning to recognise my regular “seat opponents” on the morning train. Particularly annoying is the woman who tends to sit opposite me each morning. She does her entire make-up routine on the way into the office, after which she telephones all of her friends on her mobile phone to catch up on the gossip. She’s got a squeaky, whiny little voice and high-pitched laugh which grate and annoy in an indescribable way (especially before coffee).

She’s one of those people who mistake the words “specific” and “pacific”. I was very concerned to overhear the other day that her father suffered from “emphysem-i-a” (sic). That sounds much worse than emphysema, which is the more common affliction.

Update: this morning my seat opponent (Ms. Squeaky, described above) decided to break up with her boyfriend over her mobile for the whole train to hear. It really was remarkable.

Apparently, she was upset about him putting provis-i-os (sic) on everything.