The rain is here, its not big globules more a continual light spray of wet droplets.
The flat is vey quiet, but not for long…
B and the beau have just arrived.
Jim the oosbind has left for the cottage.
He’s gorn orf an’ left me guvnor. Taken hisself orf to the country on the back of his mighty Honder. Gorn and left me high and dry withart a penny to me name. I am a lawst woman, abandoned wiv only meself to blame.
Not to worry I’ll see him on Friday…
Iinterviewed LEO HOLLIS about his book THE PHOENIX, and the story of five men behind the rebuilding of London after The Plague and The Great Fire in 1666. It’s the most wonderful insight into London and the re-building of St. Pauls. Mr. Hollis made me so excited about the hidden city. A clever, lovely bloke. Steve Campen said he should be given a telly series…I agree.
But right now I feel like I have eaten an electric blanket. I’m all sleepy and pathetic.
I am so snoozy I dont know what to do…
Maybe a bath.
Maybe the News.
Maybe a cuppa.
Maybe a few phonecalls.
But whatever it is it will be an early night.
I have eaten the left over vegetables from Sundays roast, a ‘dip’ sarnie, a pear, some almonds, three sesame snax and a banana. It’s no wonder I feel exhausted I’ve imbibed enough for a primary school picnic.
Thank you STEVE ALLEN for my box of goodies. Thank you all for calling especially Fleur who Facebooked me to vent her spleen. Her daughter was set on after doing her GCSE exams. A child of the 21st Century. Unprovoked and unplanned. I wish both of you well.