Monday
What a day! Just back from Service of Thanksgiving in the All-Faiths-And-None Prayer Room. Jed read an excerpt from Franklin D. Roosevelt’s inaugural speech about having nothing to fear but fear itself (I thought J.F.K. said that but never mind). It was v moving. Just like the American people in 1933 the citizens of London are about to be given back their energy and hope.
Boris himself was going to pop in and address us briefly but apparently he couldn’t work out the entry system.
Tuesday
DD really enjoying the New Cold War. Says it’s even better this time around because the kit’s more advanced. Foxy ringing non-stop asking for blast-off clearance.
Meanwhile am heading a team of six working up Boris merchandise — knew my background in modern art would pay off eventually! So far we’ve got Boris mugs, Boris bicycle clips, Boris shampoo and anti-tangle conditioner and Boris’s quotations printed on fridge magnets.
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