Met up with Martin in  Acton; don't have to go to the high street or ubiquitous station place.
Went to the gym twice today; in different towns. Like my bod women. The running gives you stamina, motion. Eat selectively. Veganuary is a great idea; I know there wasn't a seasonal meat, food overload. More cheese please. Veg, salad. If people want a quiet New Year I respect that. I'm working New Year's Eve night then work is laying on a cab back.

A day away from the public today; stayed in throughout. Didn't go for a run after Christmas dinner. When you work in hospitality Crimbo dinner's a breeze; movement round the kitchen. I would've liked to have done a Christmas Eve feast like they do in Europe including turbot, gurnard. Previously i'd go to pubs on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day; now I don't bother. Did miss Mansfield people. TV wise saw the magic Call the Midwife and the entertaining, glowing Kylie- had a post goose dance, she hasn't done a bad song.
I remember the last time I saw Nahid; it was bright, breezy and beautiful and now i'll never see her again. Music is life; Sting's Fragile is a wild heart restrained, Deacon Blue-Dignity is a special song. Boxing Day i'll be back with my people but today was a more personal Christmas Day.

I'm already geared up for 2020; a new decade. More possibilities; which will become racing certainties. There'll be lots of process;  the dreams coming true. The things I do are mad but they work. You compost your pain, broken dreams, inner happiness into new product.

Finished work 10.30pm, went to the gym.
Bought a hen, a veg pie with mash and gravy. Roast the hen.
The main event in January is RuPaul's DragCon in Olympia; have to dress up.
Great day off Sunday; early morning stint at Night Shelter. Then I did the incense, went into Mansfield town, saw Helen. Then Kevin and Tony. Slept well.
On call tomorrow, go to IKEA later in the week. Back in Nottingham Fri night. Going to be a good Christmas.

Oui Chef

Thursday I made salmon fillets on sweet potato cubes.
Brewdog Soho was right busy Thurs 2pm; nice to find a secluded spot downstairs. Politics wise we go forwards. Under the Tories racism has systematically increased and we're about to lose our best EU workers, friends. Wages won't be great as it's skewed towards the champagne swigging top earners. Pretty Priti Patel's smugness/ smirkness was the portent for a bad night.
Me and Julie had a much needed lazy morning; not 6am or 8am but after 10am. Woke up to Labour doing worse than we thought; taxi for Corbyn. The duped populace.
Brentwood to Kew was broken up by Camden Road in middle and a trip to Brewdog bypassing the grot of Camden Town which I've been so keen to turn my back on. Oxford Circus has aggressive hawkers; get me out of Dystopia. The atrociously shit Overground delayed me for work.
Pain threshold is high; outside of gameface didn't like the continuous rain.