Sunday highlights? The farmers market in north London is now middle class. Buy smoked trout, organic chicken, pheasant, vegetables and very good chinese pepper oil.
How do you get there? One of the electric bikes like Uber cyclists. I’m usually stealth-up with a mask, otherwise people go: “I have Paul Chowdley on my bike. What are you doing on my bike?
Would you like to cook? I live alone so I don’t have any choice. I have a big brunch and lie down watching YouTube.
What do you see? That’s a good question. You don’t know today either. Just scroll through things. Then I might go to the gym.
Who is there on the gym Sunday? Loser like me, loneliness, and modest.
Sunday night? We make dinner from what we buy from the farmers market. Before freezing most of what you think: “Maybe you eat it.” Chuck the chicken with an air fryer and mash it. You need some vegetables, so chuck with tomatoes, and Bob is your aunt, you made a meal.
Can’t you cook it? You can’t worry about it. Plus, I’m usually on tours so I eat whatever the tour manager brings to dinner from local Turkish and Indian restaurants. I had curry the other day and still could feel it two days later.
Sunday cleaning? My cleaner made me a ghost. She didn’t even say, “I’m not available.” I’m a bit of a bacterial phobia, my house is very clean, there’s not much to do. I have a bloody expensive Dyson for Hoover, but it gets the job done.
Will you grow on Sundays? We went to Temple in North London and then had lunch for a large family with cousins and relatives who have many Indian dishes. As you get older, you realize that it all disappears and you are yourself.
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