Woke around 0800. Aki got up and brought me green tea. Rose at 0915 for a porridging. Bloke came round to look at the shower…we’ve given up on Vince ever completing the job before 2030! He’d been recommended by Helen and Martin, but can’t make a start on it until September. He said he’d send his plumber round to take a look before giving us a price. Worked through Act 2 before lunch. Afterward, I walked down to Highbury Corner…bought some sunscreen ahead of next week’s open air shows. Walked on down to The Kings Head theatre intending to change the dates on a couple of tickets for September, but the venue was locked…wandered on down to Angel, then hopped on a bus to Euston. Weird weather…kept on trying to rain, but very muggy. Wandered through Bloomsbury and stuck my head in at Heals…Connor reckoned he’d made contact with Case and that the sofa would be delivered in bits, which should make things easier. Walked on down into Seven Dials and Covent Garden to pick up some cake make up I’d ordered from Kryolan. Caught a tube train back to Holloway Road. Bought pork fillet in Waitrose for tonight’s dinner…Aki stir fried it with noodles; cheese and biscuits for afters. Watched the first half of the England v Sweden quarter final…the Lionesses were 2-0 down by the time we left for the Park Theatre. Had tickets to see James Acaster on his Work in Progress tour. Show didn't start until 2200, due to the play in the theatre space over-running. It was an hour of Acaster cunning...beautifully written and conceived...the conceit being that he's not James Acaster, but Craig Simons, Britain's No.1 James Acaster tribute act, which lead his narrative into ever increasing circles of Escher-esque whimsy. Unfortunately, his mic wasn't terribly good, or his mic technique a bit slap-dash, which meant I missed a handful of punchlines...disturbingly, the rest of the audience guffawed loudly, so maybe it's my hearing! Got home at about 2330...watched the last ten minutes of the England v Sweden game...Chloe Kelly came on and put two crosses in that resulted in goals...so it went into extra time. I fast-forwarded to the final 15 minutes, then watched the penalty shoot-out...it took 14 penalties to secure a result...most of the spot kicks were appallingly bad...the worst being taken by the Swedish keeper...instead of taking a penalty kick she basically goal-kicked the ball high over the crossbar...England scraped through by the skin of their teeth, and meet Italy in the semi-final. Bath and bed...
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