Aki had departed for the hairdresser’s by the time I got up around 0930. Rain in the night. Porridged. Noticed another small damp patch in the back bedroom. There also appeared to be a 10” crack in the skylight glazing. I went up on the roof via next door’s roof garden…Sush was in and came up with me. The cracked glazing turned out to be a length of dried grass. Couldn’t see anything that gave any clue as to the leak in the back bedroom. Don’t know what to do about that! I set off for Southwark to hook up with Aki at Tate Modern. She’s purchased a year’s membership. Met up in the turbine hall. Went to view the Do Ho Suh exhibition…a Korean artist who specialises in reinventions of houses, and rooms, he has lived in in Korea, USA, and London. The most extraordinary piece was the life size rubbing of his childhood home in Korea…he covered the house in mulberry paper and rubbed everything with charcoal…took him months. He then peeled it all off and mounted it on a metal frame…gobsmacking!
We then hightailed it over to Borough Market where I’d booked a table at Cafe Francoise. We enjoyed a rather overpriced French onion soup lunch. Headed for Oxford Street as Aki was keen to visit the Doc Marten store. I left her to go on to Camper in Regent Street while I headed for Hobgoblin in the hope of procuring a dozen kazoos for Saturday afternoon’s rehearsal. Unfortunately they only had the tin versions, which at £10 a piece would mean blowing a £120 hole in the show budget. I headed for the bus stop. Aki had gotten home ahead of me, having bought a nice pair of black boots at Camper. Warmed up the Irish stew for dinner. Settled down to watch Celebrity Traitors before bath and bed…
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