Feeling a bit flat, because the picnic with Glenn was rained off (sigh of relief) and I've found it strange coming down from the excitement of Saturday. Michael didn't seem that interested in me. He said Hello and then very quickly was whisked away by some pin-thin woman. Not that I was that interested in him, mind, but I always find it really unsettling seeing that wealthy world - I want to be part of it and know I can't. Ate some cheesecake, just out of general gloom.
Luckily Rachel dropped in to see me at lunchtime, and insisted we toddled off through the rain to watch Indiana Jones. What is it with elderly guy's trousers? They always do this weird thing at the front. You could just show me a guy's trousers and I could tell you whether he was 70+ or not.
