Magnetic sofa

Another slow start after a lively night in which I drank a good deal. Another massive breakfast with actors, and after a good feed the boys all left, Emily went out with her parents, and then returned to collect Beth and go back up to London, having done very well indeed over the weekend, and grabbed the production by the scruff of its neck and made it all happen.

A blissful quiet had descended, and the gold sofa was unusually magnetic.  Lorraine spent a good deal of time under a quilt. And I sat on it watching the football results roll in for the last day of the football league. Manchester City won this year. I bite my thumb at them of course, but not with much venom or enthusiasm.  Spoke to Mum on FaceTime, and then to Janet mainly about Ken who had needed the doctor this weekend, and has had his medications swapped about.

Otherwise some pottering and non-drinking and returning to virtuous ways, and preparing for my day in London tomorrow -- before two days working from home on the Nightwork, which is something greatly to be looked forward to.