Banana

I had banana for breakfast, but not this one. 

If what decided to give the pool a swerve but had to be up by 8 as this morning was le coiffeur. Shorter visit than last time so had some time to kill before meeting H. Sat in the station and ate my Prêt tuna sandwich. 

Good meeting with H, covered a lot, then another long delay  the next gig. It was breezy but not raining. I sat in the bar area outside the Assembly Rooms for a while but I want drinking so wandered down to Princes St and sat there watching the world go by and reading my book till it was time to queue for 'Dear Billy'.

I was middle of the third front row so a great view for an amazing show. At the end found out both me and the woman sitting next to me had met Billy. He sent her a wedding card. And all the words of the sake are based on people who'd met him. 

Can't out and then straight back into the queue for Dara Ó Brian, middle of second front row! He was very, very funny. I was going to have something to eat but ended coming home, on a very slow 37, and had pasta. 

Monday lunch with Jude and co is proposed and my WhatsApp files with photos of the KL family's weekend away.