Ten days before the General Election and only God and the ‘Daily mail’ know which way it will land.
I’m voting in Battersea, the ‘oosbind is voting in East Sussex whilst Bee is voting for the first time, we’ve had many discussions around the table, in the garden, in the car and on the telephone. I’m delighted that she is taking it so seriously. Part of me wonders whether it won’t make a blind bit of difference whoever gets in. But I do have a problem with a lot of Mr. Camerons policies, am dismayed by some of Nick Clegg’s notions and am affeared that Mr. Brown will be exhausted after fighting to remain standing up after running up hill whilst tied to a tractor.
Jeni Barnett
St. Georges Day
Its been a week full of meetings, meals and merry making.
Monday found me eating greens beans with garlic and olive oil in the ALICE HOUSE in West Hampstead.
A gaggle of wise women celebrating a birthday.
I left at 10.00 and turned left towards The Edgware Road, took the wrong fork and ended up driving down Abbey Road, through Lisson Grove and onto a slip road to Marble Arch, pictures of my youth flashing before me. It took me less than half and hour to get from North West London to South West London. My little red car nipping through the green lights.
goodmornin’ sunshine.
I had the roof down on my car, first time this year. We sat n the garden and had lunch in the sun. I read all weekend – a book for an interview – whilst the old git fixed up the computers in various rooms. I drove back to London, arrived by eight and have … Read more
HAIR today and gone tomorrow
Its rude to eat celery when you’re talking to somebody on the telephone but a girls got to do what a girls got to do. I have been so busy that I’ve just finished supper, whilst trying to suck on the celery to keep the noise to a minimum. It’s 00.18 and I have only just started work….
Last night was fluff this evening was HAIR. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go but I mustered up the courage and set off for the GUILGUD THEATRE on Shaftsbury avenue.
But let me tell you about yesterday first.
Spring is Sprung
At 6.30 this morning I jumped out of bed and put the heating on, as I write my hands are sporting little frozen fish fingers.
Yesterday I had to buy a new rucksack. Into BLACKS I went on Buckingham Palace Road and asked the young men to help me put it on. I felt like a child as the boys dressed me pulling my straps… I now look like a tourist from Osset who is visiting London on a walking holiday.
I had to buy a back pack because every day I carry two litre bottles of green drinks and a thermos flask of avocado smoothie. Why this radical diet? Having been to ERROL DENTON last week for my live blood test and seeing quite what a hash I was making of my body I’ve have embarked on a super green detox. My blood sugar has dropped remarkably and I can at last walk again.
Without sounding too dramatic I really do feel I have my body back.
Flat Out
The Delicious Miss DAHL is dribbling on in the background.
My birthday roses are faded and papery, Battersea is dark and quiet, and my journals need writing up.
This Easter has been big and fond, family and fun. We played a game round the kitchen table and three of us nearly watered the flagstones.
We had a dog visitor so nine of us went on a walk in the Ashdown Forest, I didn’t ‘alf miss Jackson.
From roast chicken to smoked salmon, the fridge was so overloaded Jim’s beer had to be put out with the garden gnomes.
Edinburgh Nights
THANK YOU ALL for your lovely birthday messages, cards and comments.
Edinburgh was grey – sometimes sunny – but mostly grey and
COLD
and sometimes
WINDY.
But it was good to be with the old git. And I enjoyed my full Scottish breakfasts every morning. One sausage. one bacon rasher, one tomato half, one spoonful of mushrooms, one perfectly fried egg, two slices of toast and a big steaming, pot of Earl Grey Tea.
Och aye the noo.
As you would expect, one day away from LBC and I’ve come down with whatever the nasty viral thing is. Headache, stomach, blocked nose. But I’ve been to the huge supermarket in Boreham Wood and bought provisions for our trip to Scotland.
It cost more than four tickets to Waverly station and back.
Why was I in Boreham Wood at all?
Well I did The Radlett Gig last night and, in all the rush, left all my props on the stage.
An alarm clock, a hammer, a bottle of Dettol, all my notes and a pair of shoes from 1962.
So I drove from the flat to collect the box from my mothers.
From Cockfosters to Cardiff…..
To all of you who supported me. THANK YOU SO MUCH. The old git gave me 8/10, which for him is remarkable. Thank you all for your lovely messages of support. Thank You Marmite for shlepping all the way from Wales, and Sheila from Cockfosters. My eyes are watering from the make-up and in the … Read more
Radlett Eve.
I spent all this morning working on Radlett. Then took myself to Battersea Square for a pear juice and three outfits from ROLANDA for Radlett. Then came back to the flat and had a salad and a phone call about Radlett. Talked to Tilda Swinton yesterday. Cor she aint ‘alf nice. Went to bed at … Read more