Don't think DP will get back in time for handover, Auriga, for any Amadeus-ing, though very tempting...
Met groovy young designer in groovy Hackney coffee place earlier today, all artisan loaves under railway arches. Nice to be out with the young people, though now have vast amount of sorting and organising of this magazine to do, along with pressing deadline, half-witted client and flabby brief. Perfect combination.
Also have car undergoing its MOT and service in the garage of Twinkly-Eyed Oily Mechanic Who Gives Me The Hots. I'll have to go and collect it later, hopefully when no-one else is in the workshop and he has to show me his wrench and fiddle about under my bonnet. Sadly, I may have DS and a bag of soggy swimming kit with me which will cramp my style somewhat.
Killing time this morning I nipped into Superdrug to treat myself to a new eyeliner. The whole world of make up seems to have changed. It's all contouring kits and eyebrow management. How do the young people find the time?