Painting at Oliver’s. Like a slave driver he put me and his mum to work yesterday (Miranda was smarter and left the flat before she was caught up in the painting business/hell). He pretended to do some work himself but I think it was more about looking manly in the photos.
After covering myself in paint and being worried about not getting the painting right (Oliver is one tough boss) we had dinner at the Havelock with his mum and sister. Very nice evening indeed. Even the painting was ok. Especially since I might end up living there for a short period. Looking after my own house.