And suddenly Lou. The cats have been exhibiting all their most seductive behaviours, and of course Lou is totally taken with Misty who is just a slow and soft madam while Boo zooms all over the place like a typhooon.
There’s a little Indian restaurant in someone’s house, about fifteen minutes walk from my door. It’s been there for six years but somehow I never realised. It’s called Kutir which means cottage. A family business it seems, but they’ve gone right after the fine dining angle. Looking for the old Michelin stars, they are. There’s a taster menu. The lunchtime set menu is £35 or £40 with pudding. I had some masala prawns and then we shared sea bass and a truffle kedgeree with lots of dhaal and different breads and things. “The portions are unlikely to be big,” Lou worried, but I came out full enough that I haven’t wanted dinner. Evening taster menu comes in at £75 with £55 wine pairing and I have a horrible feeling that’ll be a few hundred quid of my hard earned dayjob dosh going into my belly at least twice before summer is done. It’s the sort of thing I might impulse book for me on my own if I’ve just had a long workshop earning £300 and feel like experiencing the luxury that such ridiculous work exists to sponsor.
Need to bring in the spondoolicks now though. Dayjobs clicked back into gear, I’m optimistic about the prognosis regarding the acting work, but I’ve got expensive tastes. Lou being here will mean I’m not blowing any money in booze which is a blessing, and the bills are mounting up. Gotta think practically if I’m gonna be able to meet myself in lobster pollichatu with trimbach reisling.
For tonight an early bed and no work tomorrow, just have to sort out my residents permit for bergie as it ran out and the fuckers gave me a ticket today which is another £65 out.
Still, the cats are fluffy, it is warm, Lou is here, all is right with the world apart from the fact I’m gonna need a good big job asap.
AlBarclay 