Today got off to a good start as I was cut up twice on the motorway by the same car - numberplate OAF. How can you be irritated with someone who has so clearly managed your expectations?
Hampstead Heath glorious in all its damp Novemberiness. Loamy, smoky, leaf mouldy. I wait for the eponymous Jude (see Day One) on a bench outside the cafe at Kenwood House. Idly scrolling through Twitter posts, I come across a mention of my stand up. A random punter calling it 'utterly brilliant'. How very kind, unexpected and reaffirming. Obviously not terribly evolved to be externally referenced, but can't help but be buoyed by this.
And indeed by the rest of the afternoon. We tramp over the Heath, getting lost and found - ponds, dogs, words. More words. Ponds. Dogs. Ending up with an unexpected but epic feast at Kenwood cafe. Double sausage (an innuendo not lost on the guy serving), roast winter veg and onion gravy. Done. Then Caitlin and Jane show up in time for some spectacular cake combining - blackberry mousse plus chocolate fudge. Who knew? One of those afternoons that you know has a book of its own in your internal library. That you will take out and dust off time and time again, just for a reread.
It doesn't get much better than that. A beloved friend, a Heath and generous portions. Breathe.
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