3 April 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

 

The drizzle continued; I slept late.  Bought a spa session for Beatrice's birthday.  Had a dubble scotch at Quench and talked to Catherine.  Why does she like me?  Waited forever for a minivan to take me to the Hooft-Graaftan residence. 100 Milton Street. Had white wine and sumptuous vegetarian cooking. Talked the Pope.

Strolled in the door and got a stern talking to from Bob about some situation involving Wendy looking for her bowl, finding it somewhere in my apartment, then accusing me of thieving it.   Apparently she roped Bob and Tejal into her search. Wendy hung up on me when I called her.  I pled drunkenness to Bob and spent a sleepless night alone.