July 26th, 1990
Night flight from HAR – LHR
Breakfast with Danielle and Emily, after which we ventured out in the hope of finding some shops but there were only three within walking distance of the hotel.
The one thing I did find was a set of hand painted coasters.
“You should get them,” Emily said.
“There’s only four of them.”
“How many do you need?”
“Eh, I don’t know. Six? Maybe more?”
“How big is your house?”
“The house I’m buying is a decent size but I might rent it out.”
“Then where would you live?”
“I have this mad notion of living in LA.”
“With your boyfriend?”
“No, oh no, in my own place.”
“So, you’d commute from LA?”
“Who’s commuting from LA?” Danielle asked from the other end of the tiny shop.
“I might, if I can get onto a part-time contract.”
“Oooh,” she said. “How fab would that be. Can we come visit?”
“Of course,” I said, smiling at the thought of welcoming guests to my pad in Los Angeles.
I have a chess set and a set of coasters. It’s a start.