I try to make myself think that it's like when Frida Kahlo had Leon Trotsky staying at her house, but no. It's not. It's nothing like that at all.
We discovered a cool blues pub today. It has the largest selection of single malt whisk)e)y in London and the best barbecue ribs. It's on Edgware Road. Wargrave Arms, I believe it's called. Really good burgers, too.
Red Phone Box is on the very brink of being born. There's only a small amount of work left to do on it. Two pages worth, maybe. Then we'll print and proof it. (A good proofing is always done on paper, so you know it lays out properly and because you'll catch a lot more errors.)
Tomorrow we'll have breakfast out. Having a guest is like being on holiday. Except we still have to work.