Another night by the sea. I’ve got to take those fucking tools out of Bergman tomorrow as it gives me palpitations them being in there overnight. He got robbed twice last summer and one of them was outside where I’m sleeping. He’s not on the seafront tonight though and they’re covered but still… About £200 right plum there, and the means to nick a bike in about fifteen seconds. Plus some very nice masks for robbing banks and so forth. I need to get that stuff secure again.
Tomorrow morning back to London in the wee hours and immediately onto a van job. Today another peaceful day and would have been perfect if Lou hadn’t taken a tumble. “I’m such a plonker,” she says, but it was just a trip and thankfully she’s okay. She’s top heavy though so she goes over forwards, and she hurt her face once so her hands go out, and her hands are her living. Thankfully just nasty grazes on the padding. She can still sew. If she had broken her wrist just before she goes on a three month tour as deputy wardrobe I think I would have been sick and I certainly wouldn’t have been writing a blog tonight. But all is well. Just cuts and bruises and a properly teenage knee.
We were at Falmer just bumbling around on a slope we have walked up when soaking wet and treacherous. It should have been easy. But they say most car crashes happen within a mile of home.
We went to The One Garden and got one of the teenage staff to lend us a first aid kit and she cleaned up and it’s fine.
Such a great October. There was a chance to lie in the morning sun together up at Ditchling before she tumbled.
We got home and I roasted a whole gilthead bream with asparagus and tomatoes and garlic. Then we consumed two episodes of The Studio with Seth Rogen which is just carnage and entirely relatable and they have pulled it to get some incredible cameos. If you’re in film it’ll make you extremely uncomfortable in a really funny way. Definitely a thing to catch.
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