Sleeeepy

Man oh man the food in Oxford. Nom.

Breakfast at the hotel with decent sausages and all the bits. We started with a swim and were the only people in the pool, in the jacuzzi, in the steam room, in the sauna. There’s something to be said for waking up earlier than usual.

A morning stroll in winter sun down the tow path. So many sunk and derelict narrow boats. Beautiful buildings and then in through the dreaming spires to drop off Lou at work. I found artisan coffee and peace and before long Lou was on lunch and we were in Gloucester Green talking with the other people on our table about how good our respective curries were. I was on the Goan. Just gorgeous, and good ingredients too. The big downside is that parking is getting close to London prices, but I guess they have to discourage driving in.

I went to Boots and bought the next generation of toothcare nonsense. My hygienist blew smoke up my arse the other day about the fact I’ve been shoving things in between my teeth for the first time in my life. Then she told me to get a water pik in the black Friday sale. Sometimes I can be obedient.

Evening quickly and before the curry was even digested I was chasing it with Sardinian pizza and now I’m struggling to stay awake, it is coming up to half 7, I’m gonna have to watch the show again and then drive almost 3 hours through the night to Brighton without killing myself, my passengers, or anyone else. With my droopy eyes right now that’s a big ask. Normally for a day like this I wouldn’t get out of bed until half eleven.

It has been dark for ages. I’m so sleepy. And I’m in the middle of the stalls. I really hope I don’t snore during the show, but it’ll likely be better then than during the drive south.