Tempestuous Sex

Tuesday. Hard day at work, but well prepared with a big fry up. A quick dash to Fortnum and Mason afterwards to buy wine and my second rendezvous in two days at the Piccadilly Cafe, this time in the evening with old friends. JP shows me some of his recently released Stasi files from his time in Czechoslovakia in the eighties. On a single day he had been followed by over thirty cars and fourteen secret agents. The files also contained an entry by a hand-writing psychologist who had labelled him as susceptible to "tempestuous sex". It must have been a strange time, living in a house that was bugged and being followed everywhere. We enjoyed a bottle of 1998 Les Pagodes de Cos during all this, which was sublime (8/10). Off to a pub for a chat afterwards. Still raining. Back at the Old Folk's Home the Ipod is working again. Fall asleep listening to the Shins, which gets better with very listen. Deep sleep without dreams.