One of my colleagues gave me the gift of a jazz woodbine last week, which I had been saving, so I took it with me this afternoon and hoied me to the sauna.
There was at least one famous artist there, whose name shall remain unblogged, as well as an apparently well-known TV actor, although quite honestly I saw no faces which were instantly recognisable as ‘that man from Holby City’ or ‘him from the Bill’.
Later, I cooked a Northern Thai ginger chicken curry with some Kua paste that I painstakingly created the day before. It was luvverly.
We then watched Midsomer Murders which featured a scene of old East Germany. Old East Germany looked remarkably like Brompton Cemetery.