The night before Barakaday

It’s all slowly revealing itself.
Today the show was grown up and informative. Took a taxi home too tired to walk.
Although this morning I found another route to South Kensington Station. I could hear myself chuntering to myself as I walked new streets..
Tonight I leapt into my pj’s and settled down with Jim to watch agent orange telly.
He is off in two weeks so I am stuck to him like glue.
It’s 22.20 and my eye-lids and nearly on my v neck sweater.
But I am hanging in.
I await Mr. Obama tomorrow. I am so excited. The poor man has got millions of people hanging on his every word.
I think there will be at least six of us cheering him on in Battersea.
Nick Ferrarri is out in Washington, lucky sod. The only consolation is that its freezing out there and my flat is as warm as a spudulike.
Do sleep well.
Catch you later.