The weather was 25 degrees.
The little red car had its roof down, made for a comfortable drive to LBC.
The show went so quickly. A really swift 3 hours.
Straight to the acupuncturist. After which I made a decision.
Off with the old, on with the new. Trainers, a purse stuck down my waistband and off I went.
I walked over Battersea Bridge. Down Beaufort Street. Over the Kings Road. Over the Fulham Road over Old Brompton Road. Down to The Cromwell road. I set out at 7.05. by the time I reached Earls Court Road it was coming up for an hour.
Then round the corner and through the poshest of streets. I passed the Romanian Embassy and the house of Chaim Weismann the first President of Israel. By the time I reached Royal Crescent my feet were killing me, it was 8.15.
‘Where are you?’ she asked with a kind of disapproving voice.
I pulled a cab over. The driver was from Afghanistan. He told me his version of the war, and stories of when he was a young boy picking opium poppies and kite running.
He was shiny and beautiful and spoke three languages. He now lives in Upminster with his family.
I have decided not to walk into work. Were I to do it on a daily basis I would end up 3ft 1″. The walk wore me down.
Its now 18 minutes past midnight. I have cleaned the fridge, made a stir-fry and shouted at B and her Beau.
Its been a lovely sunny day.
Lets hope tomorrow gleams.