My dreams are starting already. You've been warned. It may be that none of this makes any sense at all. I missed my swim by minutes this morning. I cycled all the way to the roundabout at the bottom of Swain's Lane (about 5 mins from the pond), looked at my watch and 'realised' (decided) that I wouldn't have time to get there, swim, get changed and get to the Soho Theatre by 10. However, I did decide to cycle on up and at least look at the Heath. There's a chance I might have changed my mind.
As I trundled up that hill, though, who should come around the corner but Zoe Hind. I've been trying to get hold of her sister, my beloved friend Claire, for a week or two (after we first made contact again while I was bouncing around Germany with 30 mins internet access a day. It was lovely to see Zoe. It's also made my desire to contact Claire even more keen.
Clowning, today, with Phil Burgers (aka Dr Brown). He is a good clown. A very pleasing clown indeed. A total twat on stage, and very warm, very connected. The fact that he's kind of hot is nice too. Hot more because he's so there with you than just his physicality. I thought that might be a problem before I went, but it wasn't
Then over to Tara yoga. Nice people, good times, and times that will have to be described again in detail tomorrow. Mu brains are MASHED.
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