Chez Horse, Chiswick.
Yippee! A day with the Little Luvvie doing wonderful small ordinary things that make my life worth living. We had lunch together at The Bollo, our local gastro-pub, walked down the High Road for a cappuccino, then home & T set off to the Shaftesbury Theatre for tonight's performance of Calamity Jane.
I have spoken to Sister & Uncle Bill (whose actual name is Alfred George Fripp, but who has always been called Bill, and he has no idea why) and am shortly off to collect T at the theatre and bring her home.
Backtracking --
Wednesday 16th. 2003; rising at 06.45, a moderate snaffling at the Most Acceptable Trough of the Kempinski buffet kind, a lobby meet at 08.00 with Greg and our merchandising man. Then to Budapest airport and an uneventful if uncomfortable flight to Heathrow. As the taxi delivered me at Chez Horse, T was just coming in from helping an elderly local lady get in from the rain. T set off shortly afterwards for her matinee. I snoozed before setting off to cheer at the evening show, driving back with T afterwards. Weekly parking by the theatre costs as much as renting a house in Bredonborough for a week.
"Trust the process."
