Ping pong about London. I woke in Stokey in the spare bed at Jack and Sara’s place. He had a zoom, so I did lots of admin that has been hanging over me since before Christmas, and worked out my expenses for Carol. Then we unloaded all the crap from the show that I had hauled back in Bergie. Not the booze though. I get to keep that which is odd considering I’m gonna have to sell it or give it to friends or … PUT ON A SHOW!!!
Then I got myself home. Moved myself back in. Other people have been in my room. Now all my clothes are in Brian’s room. It is all very odd but I’m only here for a night.
I rang a few builders and tried to get some dates in the diary for a good look at the flat and to start the works in earnest sooner rather than later. For too many reasons I’ve procrastinated too long.
Now I’m running a bath. My bum still hurts from stacking it in the rain on those stairs at new year. I am trying to take care of myself now, and looking forward to Brian showing up. He’s having dinner out tonight.
I put the heating on. Life is good. Looking forward to heading down to the coast tomorrow, even if I might have to rebound almost immediately if my commercial tape gains traction, but what are the odds?
AlBarclay 