Anna: I'm not a picture of productivity this particular Sunday. I've finished my book, put a load of washing on, and had a shower (at least now I smell like White Musk soap, instead of stale bed). Oh, and I have applied for more jobs this morning, sending away a reasonable covering letter with one of them (if I don't say so myself).

Before I get onto the activities part, I'm going to have a rant about my CV.

The trouble with looking for work as a writer, is that there's not a great amount of scope for you to display your more creative ideas within the CV format. Make up a word (like watertightity), or describe your previous role as 'Whim-of-the-Director-executive-manager', and you're a clown. Bullet-point it, and you're unimaginative. You'd think that a passion for getting (it) down on paper would give someone the upper hand, but it's weirdly stifling.

I've had so much unusual experience as well, that I'm not really a great fit with the 'powerpoint proficient' requirements of the general office-ish market.

HR 'professional': So Anna, you've been working in marketing, are you familiar with preparing presentations?
Me: Well Kirsty, no. But I have renovated a 1960s fibreglass space-house. And I'm a dab hand at chasing the office dog around carparks. In heels.
HRP:
Me: Kirsty, don't cut me off. Kirst-

Anyway, I'm sure the phone will ring any day now.

I went to Regent Park yesterday with Ang, for a work picnic. Ang works for a juice company, and they wanted to get into a 'youthful mindset' for an upcoming product launch. It was lovely - we spent the time playing frisbee and eating baby cheeses, and trying to ignore the marketing girls attempts to get the children to do cute things for the camera - but it was too horrific, and funny, so we did observe some pretty staged 'kids enjoying our product' moments. (This doesn't bode well for those jobs where I applied for marketing support, does it?).

I'm going to make bangers and mash for our dinner now, and Craig is going to tell you about the wonderful food market that he went to yesterday.

New-country observation: juice here is way too sweet. Might launch a range of less-sugar beverages. I get the impression that Britain is still on the low-fat = good bent, without realising that salt and sugar aren't the best either. Update: everything is full of fat too.

Craig: I went to the Borough food market yesterday, with Pete and Vicki, and we visited St Paul's along the way (we weren't going to, but the Jubilee line was stopping at Green Park and so we couldn't ride all the way to London Bridge, thus St Paul's was a convenient place to get out). There are churches all over the show in that area, but St Paul's is by far the largest. It was actually a little disappointing - it's clearly an incredible structure, but there's no space around it in which to step back and really take it in. It's so hemmed-in by surrounding buildings (many of which are modern office blocks) that you're always right up next to it. That said, we didn't really go inside, so I'll have to go back and do that. But I had expected a park or something. Personally, I'd swap Buckingham Palace with St Paul's, and I think you'd have a much better match of grandeur with surrounds.

It was another beautiful summer day in London yesterday, so we stopped for a beer before crossing the Millennium Bridge and heading to the market. On the way were a couple of buskers and a stall selling sangria and Pimm's as a tonic against the heat, and to encourage reckless spending at the market. And what a treat it was - so many good breads, and enormous cheeses. If Anna had been there we never would have left. A highlight for me was the Raclette meal we had for lunch, which involved potato and gherkin lovingly smothered in cheese scraped molten off the face off a half-round that was sitting under a grill. It was brilliant. As it was I had a bit of a spend up anyway, finding my new favourites - mushroom pate and a kind of spicy olive-oil-and-herbs dip that I think is called Chimichurri. All topped off with a great loaf of ciabatta.

On the whole it was a very nice day, improved by confirmation from Barclays bank that it is them who sucks, and not me. I refer to the saga of the delayed debit cards, pin numbers, incorrect membership numbers and generally ass-about-face approach to banking that they employ. I suppose there is good interest profits to be made by preventing me from getting my money out, but they can't thwart me forever, and then I'm off to open an account with HSBC.

As Anna said, today has been quiet. Wimbledon seems to be rained off (it's funny - I'm so used to watching it on TV from another country that it never occurred to me that if it was raining outside my window all day then it was probably raining at Wimbledon too). I have revised my CV again, I'm onto Mark III now, which succeeds the short-lived storyline style of Mark II with an entirely ripped-off-the-net style that I think is boring but will hopefully elicit better responses.

We were going to have scalloped potatoes for dinner, but my diligent efforts with the slicing of the potatoes have amounted to nothing, as we only have one oven dish and it's too big (which is apparently my fault).