Right yes. I need to start making sense again then. I also need to talk to my agent.
Hi. I’ve been a bit squiffy recently. Processing some bits. You know how it is.
I’m out of the woods now.l, I think.
I’m at home alone tonight with the two cats. We have been enjoying each other’s company. I put a pie in the oven. A bought pie. We all need to get better at making stuff like that but I’m not there yet, no matter how patient I am.
I’m enjoying the fact that The Chelsea Flower Show is kicking off next door. Princess Anne will be there. She can still do public appearances and be celebrated cos she wasn’t hanging out with the redacted US President and his best mate Jeff.
Traffic is at a standstill outside my block at the moment but it always is at this flower show time of year. Pissed off people in vans are sitting in the bays along the river with their hazards on waiting for someone to force them to move. Back in the day, you could always rely on the last day as a time to get good pot plants, just left on the street. Nowadays the wide boys in vans stop all the traffic, speculating as they drive round in circles looking for stuff to resell. I’m planning on getting there on foot when it’s over. I’m so local I can take a heavy pot by hand and have something lovely. No point having a vehicle anymore even though it is so close. But there are a load of plastic flowers in the bathroom. They confuse me. I didn’t bring them in. But they seem to be the opposite of what they look like and I just can’t compute them.
I’ve been learning so many Shakespeare bits. Before long I’m gonna know the lot, seriously.
But yes. Hi. I’m back. Thanks for bearing with me while I worked through a load of arse. Tomorrow I’m gonna groom myself and click back into the game of existence, and start putting on the faces again as we all have to do. And hi, yeah I’m fine it’s all great! So happy, yeah, so good, isn’t everything brilliant? Yeah!
A heatwave coming this weekend. Good.
AlBarclay 