Ah the morning in London. Someone drilling and it’s not even half eight. Boo has the zoomies. I’m still in bed cos it’s warm here, but up and at it before long. Largely yesterday was an extension of the extra long weekend for me.
I woke in Brighton, well rested. Lou managed to fit some costumes and a sewing machine into Bergie and we stopped at the crack house – damn I like their coffee. Red Roaster provides it. I’m obsessed.
Then it was up to Kingston with the commuter conveyor belt of vehicles coming back from the seaside to plug back into the working world.
I didn’t plug though. I ate and nattered. In Kingston I sat at Coin de Paris, which does an excellent job of being a Parisian bistro in London. I had a croque. Uninspiring cheese but it filled me up and the coffee was good.
Ham Nature Reserve is huge. I wandered for ages and saw virtually nobody. I had no idea it was that big, it filled the morning and the sun was shining. More food at lunch via Tanya who made an omelette and then time to go home to the cats.
Evening took me out again to a low in booze and high in walking Chelsea pub crawl. The Antelope, then The Fox and Hounds, then The Royal Oak. All three can hold their heads up as having kept a degree of personality in our homogenising culture. India was in town, neither of us wanted to get drunk so walking between pubs felt like the evening hang out we wanted, with momentary stops along the way. I ended up reading her tarot in the Fox. The only other punter was a charming silver fox so was playing fast chess with the bar staff. I like Chelsea when it’s like that.
Still was tired when I got home. It was only about half nine but I’m wired for bed at that time the days so I went down like a sack of potatoes and, for the first time in ages, my internal blog alarms didn’t fire. Hence the morning pages. It’s time to get up and see the world. Sirens. Traffic. Brian is doing something with a plate. Maybe there will be coffee in the world…
AlBarclay 