And now I'm fretting what to wear because tomorrow's weather forecast is 'hot', and you know what the Albert Hall is like when it's hot.
Actually I've been feeling a bit weird for over a week. A bit weird like someone with a teenage crush. I had got tomorrow's date fixed in my mind for so very long, thinking "On the 4th May I shall see Plácido..." that seeing him last week was...disorienting.
Not that I am complaining, of course but before last week I had been vaguely thinking: 'Obviously he will be arriving in London before the 4th May but I don't know when, and I don't how I'd find out, so I absolutely am not going to think that way' so, seeing him last week made me realise that he is in town and possibly has been all this time (although for all I know he might a made a quick trip to LA or Washington, I wouldn't be surprised. Or anywhere, really.)
But I know, tomorrow, I shall see him. At the Albert Hall.
