…it happens to us all sometimes.
As I write this I’m lounging in bed in our lovely cool bedroom, enjoying being still and chilled and not warm….warm has very much been a theme this week. Outside I can hear cars and occasional voices as they pass, but apart from that the night is quiet.
Another lovely evening with the always lovely Eileen. The food was good (pitas with yummy, yummy fresh fillings and a crisp Sauvignon Blanc), the movie was less than good (The Dictator), the company was thoroughly charming, as ever.
But now here in London, it’s time for rest. The six o’clock alarm is always a stinger, but it’ll be all the more painful if I don’t sign off soon. Sweet dreams, all!