6 November 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Gulliver flew into my bedroom and swooped around repeatedly.  I stood up to shoo him out and he perched on my head.

I walked out of the house before lunch and runners were thronging Manhattan Avenue.

Worked all day at Post Factory.  Olga called me.

We ate a dozen Oysters at Malone's and I had a Gin Fizz, a glass of white wine and a grappa.