Standing guard

I’m early to Penicuik. Bus to Edinburgh. Train to King’s Cross. Another couple of trains (Thameslink and Overground) to Richmond.

I walk up the hill to Olly and Theresa’s flat. Harvey comes back, eats a pizza, and heads out to choir. Isabella heads into town for a Mark Kermode lecture at the BFI. Theresa cooks a bechamel-free lasagna with lots of tomato sauce. We sit around talking and drinking until it’s clearly time for bed.

My room is Theresa’s sewing room. There’s a seamstress’ dummy in the corner. Watching over my sleeping form.