Back in London now.
Seems I spent most of the weekend driving racking up an impressive 600 miles, although I’m probably going to regret that when the car is serviced tomorrow.
Drove into the mountains for the second time yesterday to see friends – which was lovely – but I realised, after a fascinating detour through afore mentioned mountains, that I have the orienteering skills of Homer Simpson. Thank god G was there or no doubt I’d have wound up in a reservoir somewhere in Mid-Wales wondering why it was so wet outside the car.
The journey back to London was uneventful bar some very odd weather coming round the M25 where we were treated to rain, sleet and fog in the space of about twenty minutes.
Now I’m fried and desperate for my week off so I can finish the current project. But not one to let the side down I managed to annoy Pulitzer award winning author Michael Chabon on St Martin’s Lane by walking into him, he’s in London to promote his new book.
Writers don’t like it when you recognise them. It’s against the rules.
I’m not making it up. It really is a small world after all.
If you don’t know who he is you can read about him here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Chabon