Done

I’m sitting at The Old Bull and Bush listening to punters who have been before. I ordered a trio of roasts as it is fucking gorgeous. “They must like run ahead of us and change their clothes in a bush,” says one of them. There’s certainly a bit of that sort of thing going on. “There’s this guy in a hat who distracts you while they run past…” I should put that on my CV. Distracting man in a hat. It is a marvellous hat. Out of the Glyndebourne hoard. One great big battered stovepipe that fits me perfectly. It wasn’t battered when I first wore it. I could probably fix it pretty easily, but I like the feel of it twisted up like it is. It matches me.

As always I like the punters for this. I prefer them to the people you normally hear shouting about wine in the West End interval. They fancy an unpredictable walk no matter what the weather, and they are happy to book it weeks in advance.

Now I’ve eaten I need to get my energy back. Unbelievable amounts of food. Really lovely but I’ll be asleep when I walk them over the heath unless I digest this quickly. Likely will have to solve it with coffee.

Zzzz

Did it did it. Sorry though, short blog today. Lou is over for the first time in ages. She’s telling me all about the theatre she’s working in. She’s on a kids show for a bit in the daytime at St Martin’s. I had no idea it was so small there…