Tuesday
1st: My agent's
birthday today. I celebrated it by sending her a chocolate
cake from a rather marvellous bakery in Primrose Hill
that delivers (in every sense of the word). Do a google
search for "Beverley Hills Bakery" if you're
interested. No such indulgent pleasures for me mind,
carrot and pineapple juice for breakfast, carrot and
apple for lunch and carrot, apple, cucumber and celery
for dinner. I think I'll miss out the cucmber and celery
next time, it gave the drink the appearance of murky
dishwater and tasted just about the same (I imagine).
If only I had rinsed my cucumber… (Weren't those
the last words of Casanova as he lay on his death bed
dying of syphilis?)
