I’m on the sofa, my Google Pixelbook on my lap, about to write this post, and Buster lies down on the rug at my feet and just lays his head on my right foot. It’s warm, it’s furry and it is, at this very moment, perfect. I can be locked down with this guy (and my wife) for as long as it takes.
I’m also drinking a really good glass of wine (I bought a bottle for a friend for her lockdown 40th, and decided to get myself one while I was there). So that helps.
We got hot cross buns and some great bread delivered to our door, courtest of Breadwinners, a charity who (normally) “provide training and jobs for refugees across London farmers market stalls”. If you’re in London you should check them out.
Music-wise: the tweet at the top of this post is great. It weaves together Britney Spears, James and Bollywood. How could you not want to watch that?
Also music-wise: my friends continue to create top-notch Spotify playlists, for which I am eternally grateful: