May 2019 I had a New Yorker stay here for a few nights. She came back in January 2020, as we totally hit it off the first time. Now she’s a big shot theatre producer and doesn’t need to sleep on no sofa. But tonight she’s in London. And she arranged with me weeks ago to have dinner here tonight. And I totally forgot.
Tristan has two self tapes. I persuaded him to come over. We did one already, and the other one is tomorrow morning.
My downstairs neighbour Christine is still very frail and unwell. She won’t go to hospital with me and I’m letting her lead that. But she woke me up this morning with a WhatsApp call and I had to go and pick her up off the floor and get her back into a sofa that was mucky now. She’s been there a few days. I made her coffee. She has barely eaten the food I’ve been bringing her, which was firstly steak and then steak pie. She wants chicken. She asked for chicken. I took an opportunity.
Tristan, Anna, Brian and I.
“Look what you did tonight.” Anna is asleep in my bed. I’ll work something out on the sofa. We fed Christine with chicken. I’m spent. Tomorrow is the anniversary of this blog. Tonight I need to sleep.
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