So, the Queen’s job is still safe. Good news. Very much enjoyed hanging around on a soaking wet riverbank waiting for Her Maj to pootle past, and the various festivities laid on in Battersea Park were good fun, too. Miraculously, The Other Half managed to win some serious doshmoolah on a vintage one-arm gambling apparatus, and according to another contraption designed to reveal my worth and age on death, I am to father 12 children and be cold in the ground at 60. This kind of schedule will be news to the Other Half, but hey, God loves a trier.
Saw a documentary on John Cooper Clarke the other night. Life-affirming stuff. I think I might compose some performance poems and take to the stage.
HA.
Amores muchas x
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