Phew. Have been tidying. Actually, no, strike that, have been making a mess. Have been digging out summery clothes. Have realised I do not have room for them, even after packing away wintry clothes. Pity. Not v.g. Have to phone Salvation Army to come and take away some boxes, with any luck there should be more room for stuff I actually want to keep once stuff I don’t want to keep is gone. Logically, that makes sense. On the other hand, experience tells me I won’t even notice the difference. So, trust to logic or empiricism? I don’t know. Anyway, Salvation Army will be happy, and it will give me a sense of achievement, since it’s something I’ve been meaning to do since I moved in here in November (procrastination is my middle name). Sense of achievement is good.
Realise need larger flat.
Nifty extension out of the question (am on 4th floor of shoebox-shaped building), just as well, really.
Hmph. Did not find favourite pair of summery trousers. Wish fervently they are hidden at top of wardrobe with other bits and pieces, but am afraid to check as if not there then where? Will have to turn whole flat upside down and where is Nicolette going to sleep?
Saw Kevin Spacey on Parkinson this evening. Kevin Spacey is fascinating human being. Turns out he can tap-dance, too. Also Dame Judy Dench who is massively imressive. And Rory Bremner who is funny, and very good at “doing” Blair. Spacey also very good at impressions. Parkinson very nearly ROTFL. Very funny.
Music in the room: I only want to be with you (Vonda Shepard)