The cold air is winding its way around my calves.
I’ve put the washing on, Jim’s jacket smells of bonfires and has grass stains all over it.
I found one sock still stuck in my boot. How annoying is that?
I watched so many films over the weekend I don’t know whether I am in Berlin or 1978.
I went to see ‘Avenue Q’ tonight – its sweet. American voices, puppets and smoochy transatlantic music. The girl next to me spread over two seats and her crutch got in the way. It was a grey, metal standard NHS one.
I had a cup of soup with the agent and after the theatre set off to the end of end of term party in a a big bar.
The small black dresses.
I came, I went, I squandered…. too much of my time.
It’s 23.54 and I need to get into bed before I completely freeze, the wind has now whipped up to my thighs.
On Sunday I had some healing.
Psychic surgery, it turned out.
I feel like I have been kicked by a herd of galloping horses.
I had to take the train from Tunbridge Wells, no driving for two days.
Now I have no keys to my post box – left them in the cottage.
Bags next to my bed – at home.
Books, dairies, all in East sussex.
I was experimenting with trying to travel to work from East Sussex, daily.
I dont think it’s going to work.
I go over this time after time. I would save so much money
I’m driving myself nuts.
A big deep breath and I really must go to bed my midriff and toes have got frost bite.
Tomorrow and tomorrow comes on at a petty pace.
I interviewed 4 Poofs and a Piano today.
They are lovely.
They miss Johnathon Ross and so do I.
Tomorrow I am interiewing Richard branson. I think.
That’s it. my left buttock has frozen solid to the seat.