Sunday Things #17
Women Talking...and me talking about sex with younger men (cue Outraged Comments)
I’m in London now! I managed to miss most of the coronation hoo-ha. It was on the telly at the grim gym I went to (they had a free day pass and I pumped some paltry iron). And there’s been a bit of soggy bunting about the place.
Oh, and in Burger King on Tottenham Court Road they’d kind of scattered some cardboard crowns on the floor where you walk in and go downstairs to the loos.
Miraculously I’ve been sleeping. I’m staying with a gorgeous human who I met on Instagram and I’m dead cosy and happy.
I’m about to take her on her first Just-Out-of-London hike. I’ll introduce you to her in a post here shortly. Meanwhile, here is how I do work in the mornings. I have always needed to do things as close to the floor as possible. I don’t sit on couches. I move mattresses to the floor when I’m at hotels.
Enough detail…some reads and listens.