Marmite and my mates

April fool's day. But thankfully no trickery. My house has become fantastically untidy over the last few weeks, and so spent the morning tidying when not chatting at length to Sprinkles who gets up at five o'clock. This is a) handy for me but b) slightly disturbing as Cabal her dog insists on it. Today we discussed the glories of English food, such as Marmite. Their whole marketing strategy is based on the correct insight that people either love it or hate it. There was this viral film which is rather nasty but quite funny.

In the afternoon Trace came down to Brighton and we had a long slope along down by the seafront. Really hot day and enjoyably Trace had a faux fur coat and hat on among people in teeshirts. In fact when I got home i think I had caught the sun. We stopped off at a seaside cafe where I had an eccles cake and a nice cup of coffee which quickly made me want to hurl, an effect which lasted for some hours. However lots of deep chats with Trace as usual.

Put Trace back on a slow London train, after she'd armed herself with some small Marks and Sparks salads. Then home to talked to Mum who is working on a CV for her new artistic career. This is proving a challenge as she does not like to talk about herself, nor give anything away.

Even more chatting to Sarah Sprinkles, and then I headed up the hill in the evening. Anna out of bed for the first time in days, and Anton celebrated with cooking one of his specialities: a roast belly of pork. Lovely crackling. Slightly annoyingly, however, Anton didn't really eat much of it, so Anna and I filled our own bellies while Anton sat about with an air of quiet superiority. Also discussed our meeting down at the BBC tomorrow.

Home down the hill feeling well fed, to have yet another Sprinkles conversation before boofing happily into bed knowing that there was no work tomorrow. Hurrah!

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