Last night was lovely. I don’t get out so much these days, I guess. I was early to Waterloo so rolled into Flavia’s home which is near The Cut so perfectly well placed. It’s always a joy to visit her and we have been friends for long enough that we can see each other out of the blue without having communicated for months. I’m having a clean February so as a last gasp I bought a nice 2020 Amarone from Sainsbury’s and the two of us had enough of it that by the time I got to the Young Vic I was pleasantly lubricated.
The crowd at the Vic was lovely. An old boy’s network type affair, but fewer potatoes than the last one I went to. Turns out that people who go into the arts often end up with perspective on things. I enjoyed it, and by cleaving to my old friend I managed to leave early and get home before I was drunk.
Now I’m in bed with a hot toddy after another long admin day. It’s slow going. I’m awful at it. Bed is looking tempting and I’m gonna live the dream. I finally got around to watching something a little bit like cricket highlights from the India test the other day. The BBC have lost it, which is a great shame. No test match special on the radio. That kept me company on many a long solo drive in summer. It’s all change these days.
February tomorrow and I’m fully expecting the world to immediately feel a little bit brighter and a little bit warmer. I might be grumpy for the first three days as I’m going to be annoyed with myself for being strict, but after that I will probably be full of beans. Hopefully see some of you in the light of Imbolc.
AlBarclay 