I’ve got a bad feeling about this ...

On Church Road in Northolt. I can imagine going in and picking the wrong size off the rack. “These aren’t the robes you’re looking for” says a quiet old man. Next thing I know I’m walking through Hangar Lane dressed as a stormtrooper and wondering how I got there.

Cooked, spontaneously and creatively. Had a haircut with the very pregnant and glowing Jazzers. Drank coffee. Talked to big sis. Went to see The Yoga Mama for lunch. Totally stripped Finchley Tesco of Vivera vegan steaks (and caused chaos in the self checkout section, but they were very sweet about it). Dropped Top Gun at his mate’s house ready to go off for a week in Malta. Came home and sat in the garden. Beautiful sunset.

Good day.