My life is like an elastic band. Long stretches with nothing, and then suddenly, snap! Everything piles up at once.
Or like London buses. Nothing, nothing, nothing, and then about 5 of them heave into view.
I'm very good at keeping in touch with friends and we talk often. But they are so busy working and studying, it has been weeks since I saw some of them. It feels like a conspiracy, as if they get together and decide that they will all call me to go out at the same time.
Within the next two weeks it goes like this:
Feb. 14 - opera night and dinner at the Arts Club
15th - Waterloo King's Arms with some 20sixers
16th - Christie's do (Gil Darby retirement) - with Mr B
18th - Rebecca's birthday at a jazz club in Belgravia, hoo ha
20th - Royal Ballet evening and dinner at the Arts Club with Lydia
Who knows what will pop up between the 21st and:
the 25th - Royal Berkshire blinks in Reading with Diva and some other 20sixers
March 3rd - dogwalking in Richmond Park
4th - Olympia Antiques fair and costume preview at Christie's SK with Miss S
Still, somewhere in my busy social diary I have to see my grandmother. I have threatened not to see her unless we can convince my cousin James to turn up so I can lend him the family history.
After which, there may just be another drought.