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| Not cool, not clever, not fair, but... |
The first day, I was tired, tired, tired and happy. I'd spent a challenging day with teenagers, then spent the evening with delicious people and a dog. Emily Cuphead Wilkinson, a good-enough-to-eat girl, all heart and laughing and cleverness. We found each other first and chatted gently until a mint choc chip ice cream and a coffee (me) and a Fentimans ginger beer (her) turned up in our hands. Then we found lovely Kat - that means that in one week, we've pretty much doubled our meetings ever and about a millioned our time spent together. She's a brilliant one too. I love her art and her conversation, her secret Danishness and her general open-faced warmth and humour. And hiding behind us was a stealth Steve Wheeler, all lovely and playful, connecty and cool, a good egg of ostrich proportions.
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| Never toast a cat like this |
Later, we loped off up Stroud Green Road to find the vegetarian Indian restaurant. The combination of dog company and no outdoor tables, we had to get a takeaway. No harm done - it was gorgeous. We ate it in the dark, on the Parkland Walk. Isla showed her true colours and barked the jowls off anyone or anything turning up out of the dark unannounced.
Toast the cat. Remind me to talk about that.

Lovely group today. My gratitude was as fulsome as my voice is croaky (pretty very croaky).
Thursday involved working and laughing and working and laughing and working and laughing with Victoria Sandison. We got lots done. It was to good for the level of ords I can muster in m y head. I wil write more. Right now, I just need to be fast, fast asleep. Thank you. Thank you. Ruth\? YOu!. Thank you.


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