Was lucky to be able to leave work a bit earlier, so went for a seven mile run around Hampstead Heath and the Heath extension with James. Couldn’t find our way into the wilds of Turner’s Wood. We chatted as we ran at a reasonable pace, not too fast as it was dark and had to stay on the roads and take a longer detour through Hampstead Garden Suburb. Talked about television production, the crisis et tutti quanti.
Back to James’s place. Honor had cooked a delicious roast chicken dinner and their daughters Indigo and Coco played Mozart and jazz on their beautiful baby grand piano.