Unicycle

After walking Stanley to school, I have passed the same young woman in the street almost every day for over two years now as she heads to the tube station.

Sometimes I see her walking back up from the tube in the evening. We have never once acknowledged each other's existence. Not even a nod. She's very pretty and looks supremely self-contained [if she wasn't pretty I would have probably said hello to her years ago]. I've decided I'm going to say hello to her one morning, just to see what happens. Or is that asking for trouble?

This morning I also passed someone going to work on a unicycle... What do other people do all day? Which makes me think of the Richard Scarry books I loved as a kid. Growing up, I wanted the world to be like a Richard Scarry picture - endlessly fascinating, deeply complex, with everything explainable in easy colourful diagrams.

Just met up with Mungo. He wants to put that musical play we did a while ago on again for one performance. Personally I can't see how that's going to make back any of the money we lost. Unless we manage to sell ten tickets at five & a half grand each.