Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: September 19, 2008

exchange your worn tyres

started the morning with a trip back to shoreditch house to pick up the creditcard i left behind last night (when i walked off without paying...by mistake...honest).

met david waters (a friend and stylist) on my to fiona wellington's (an old friend and now cranial osteopath).
told david i had semi-retired.
he said, 'no you haven't: you have a portfolio career...one day you're a farmer, the next you're a photographer etc..'.
david has a portfolio career: he's a stylist one day and a qualified counsellor on another'.

told people last night i had retired too.
this confused some as we were at the launch of a fine magazine i'd just shot 16 pages of.

portfolio career...

woke up hungover.
tried hard to recover before my session with fiona.
cranial osteopathy is amazing.
if you didn't know better, you might assume that you're paying for nothing.

fiona said, 'hard to see the wood for the trees: so much to sort out here' but after a 15 minute treatment to free up liquid not moving right through my brain she said, 'you might feel worse for a day...then you'll feel better'.

there was a little boy in the reception to the clinic who was just younger than z.
his hair was really thinning.
and he was crying as his mum was explaining that they had to go to hospital again to give blood and to get some blood.
he didn't want to go...he'd been yesterday.
he had cancer
the mother seemed so solid.
i know i wouldn't be able to handle maximum or z getting seriously ill.

i was crying in the car as i was telling mrs.perou.
obviously still hungover.

dropped the perou-mobile at andys (again) and drove away in his pimped up, jacked up jeep wrangler with the soft top down.
it does about 10 mpg and only holds £20 of petrol.
almost ran out on the m25 on route to my dentist's in orpington.

more lying on my back.
3 injections and 3 repairs.

left completely spaced out with a lop-sided face and unable to talk.
the hangover, cranial osteopath and dentist sessions all combining to make me feel proper gnarly.

back at farm.
crispin's staying for the weekend.

i feel rubbish.

btw. bonus points for anyone who knows where this sign is.