Sheep and park

An unexpected morning Lou started my day. She was on a train to Victoria. I picked her up and we slung up to Bounds Green and a huge theatrical dry cleaners. All the West End shows were getting cleaned there, in the big old warehouse. Lou had a sheep to collect – it had gone in with copper stains. I took note of the place, just as it was clearly clever with costumes. Sometimes dry cleaners make a right mess of the lovely things I’ve accumulated, and I’m capable of quite a sweat when I’m jumping up and down, so vodka spray doesn’t always cut it. I’ll likely use them some time.

Once the sheep was collected we drove to Regent’s Park. She was making some costume for an upcoming show there. The Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre. I’ve had a few friends do seasons there over the years. I love it. So central, and yet it almost feels like a country theatre. It’s outdoors, under the elements. Often the shows are fun and well put together. Back when I was youthful and optimistic I wrote a few letters to the artistic director hoping to be considered for company members. Never got a meeting. Insha’Allah. I’ll be going to see La Cage aux Folles there soon just to see the design, as the guy she was collaborating with is part of the whole set of circumstances that brought Lou and I into orbit with one another back in lockdown.

Then to Camden for a snatch of lunch with a friend and home home home as the evening warms up and I start winding down. Bed and rise is later when I’m not working, and I’m voraciously consuming literature through my Kindle. I almost dropped it in the bath just now, but I invested in a waterproof one for that very reason. It goes everywhere with me now. I have to be careful not to read when I’m driving.

Lou finished and returned to Brighton and the pussycat so it’s just me and the traffic up here. A few more things packed in boxes, a thorough clean, and now to settle on this balmy summer London night. The mosquito problem seems to have moved on, thankfully. Likely some water in the gutter above my window that’s washed away now…