Now ensconced in Eccleston Square. Well, no, not ensconced. Makes me think of light fixtures. Ugly ones. Like the ones my parents had when I was a kid. Sconces. And bad faux paneling. They had that too.
But I’m at Eccleston Square now and relaxing a bit. I’ll need to venture out to stock the kitchen and such in a bit. Beautiful weather, too.
My driver today was Dave, and he was awesome. The M4 wasn’t even that bad.
The flat is lovely, but there is some kind of work going on next door . . . I hope that’s done soon. Will be hard to concentrate if they’re banging around while I’m here. How will I get any writing done that way? iPod + earbuds, maybe . . .
Let’s get this screenplay finished.