Thag you very buch

[desperance]

It's Karen's birthday, and people are coming around this evening, and I have woken up with a cold, oh yay. I don't know if this is Karen's cold from before or Laurie's cold from now, but either way it is a nasty American cold and I am a poor victimised Britisher with no antibodies and my throat is sore and my head aches and I do not want.

Also, I've just done a phone interview with a nice Canadian journo who wants to write about strange residencies we have known. It'll be in the Globe & Mail on Saturday, apparently. I don't know what I said; I'm sick, I may have rambled. I was on the phone, I may just have stuttered incoherently. It was all a long time ago, my times of residence, sculptures, Taiwan...

Last night we went to see the wonderful Victoria who is making our wedding clothes. Karen got draped, and I learned the word "toile"; and I tried on the pinned pieces of my tailcoat. Which is just fabulous. I've never had a tailored coat before. This could become a habit...

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[green_knight]

Tailored coats would just enhance your reputation as an eccentric Englishman. Yep, that'll work.