My bad leg is really acting up again. Big owies. I managed my lil' workout and a short walk OK though. It was lovely in the park again, nice crunchy frosty grass, no slimy mud.
The cheerful girl in Coffee Lovers insisted I have a pistachio cake on her. It's really a pleasure to hang out here. and it warms up a gubby, dreary stretch of Wandsworth Road.
I watched LISTEN TO ME, MARLON, a documentary built around Brando's own recorded self-therapy diaries. What a fascinating character he was. Definitely worth watching.
I hid my freshly shaved head under a village idiot hat, which I left on even in the cafe and shops.