Friday night was very nice. Went into town with Michel and Max, who played a game of pressing each others bladders as we walked through Berkeley Square.

Met up with Matty and Paul in Fino's Wine Cellar for a glass of wine. Then we went to another pub called The Guinea where Matt had booked a table. We ate excellent Dickensian meal of oysters and steak and kidney pie. Award winning pies apparently, and they certainly were marvellous. Dickensian effect only mitigated by the excellent Italians who ran the restaurant and served with friendliness and aplomb.

Taxi home and a blessed sleep till ten. Out again to my mother's best friend Diane's for a dinner party with her, my mum and Mason. Diane is busy starting to be a stand up comedian, which is excellent. I will go to see her next month.

Then the evening given to counselling people. Mason was in a funny mood and uncharacteristically started saying how miserable he felt, and really opened up. This was very good, as we were able to give everything a good airing, as he has been unhappy of late. I think this was very good for him.

Home and feeling sleep deprived at 10. Then one of my pals contacted me who had fallen out with his partner, and she had been thrown him out of the house. Ended up talking and drinking conciliatory beers till 2:30.

Had the latest haggles on the house and I may just stop it now and buy the fucking thing.