it does what it says on the packet
i brought mrs.perou some of this last time i was away.
i don't know why, but it drives me insane: i actually can't concentrate when she's wearing it.
she walked past me this morning while i was working in the studio and i had to stop what i was doing and follow her out of the room.
very strange powerful potion.
today we went to see a property that we'd be happy to transmute the perou-factory into.
still in happy hackney.
a similar size but with less parking and no garden.
we've put an offer in and it's been accepted.
adrenaline now coursing swiftly through veins once more.
departure date and party to end all parties at the factory tbc...
finished the artic monkeys pictures and david gilmour.
narrowly missed a shoot with wayne coyne as i can't be in oklahoma on tuesday.
another time perhaps.
some evil australians came and tore down all the russian ivy from the walls adjacent to the factory today and cut down all the trees behind our (electric) fences.
:(
conspiracy theory: the governement's trying to make it look as nasty as they can here to devalue our property.
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