Woke around 0900. Got up and porridged. Made tea. Packed up and did some vacuuming and tidying. Met the next door neighbour, CJ, and his missus. Started talking music…turns out he’s a musician…invited me over to check out his music studio…a converted cupboard in the back addition! He plays a horrible neon pink Ibanez 7-string…and has about a dozen foot pedals. Had a brief chat…told him to check out MRCY. Loaded the car and headed back down the A12. Stopped in Dedham for lunch at the Boatyard on the River Stour…Constable country. Then headed for home. Got to Sussex Way around 1630. Mick the roofer rang to say he could do tomorrow but neither Lynne, nor Aki and I, will be in…arranged for Thursday or Friday instead.
Unloaded the car then drove up to Muswell Hill for an intimate rowing club get together at Shelley’s house. There were about a dozen guests altogether. Shelley’s husband Tony joined the party toward the end of the evening as the food was served…he’s about 15 years older than Shelley, so approaching his mid-eighties…interesting fellow…he’d been a journalist, working as a foreign correspondent all over the globe. He insisted on playing some Tom Lehrer songs on his mobile phone to mark the great man's passing. The food wasn't served until about 2100...bit late for me, but I tucked in anyway...crispy chunks of roast chicken, vegetable rice, tomatoes and mozzarella with basil, and a dressed salad...yum! Gave Becky a lift to Highgate station, and dropped Kearsey off on the Harringay Ladder on our way home...
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