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zelfwasserij
mrs.perou bought a new (old) laundry bin...from belgium
worked at bunker with maria: office getting shape-ship, finally
retouched the menswear story we did with robert morrison on weds night.
robert green (my accountant) came to see the bunker and we all went for lunch at my pretentious, brooklyn-warped-in favourite: 'the hackney pearl' in hackney wick, for steak onglet and cider.
missed the window to slip out of london before the rush-hours started.
stayed a little later humouring maria by getting on the sledge hammer again and knocking out a door frame that's been annoying her since the beginning of (bunker) time.
RTF
in saying goodnight to arguing, fighting sons, i had to explain to them it wasn't too late for us to change our plans and that they could stay at farm with mum-mum and dad-dad while mrs.perou and me fly to thailand next week.
good to be back at the country house.