I'm bereft. My lovely fiancée has gone and left me ... for a whole weekend! Can you believe it? I've been living next to Peckham Rye for the last month, two minutes around the corner from her house, so we've seen a lot of each other. I understand that is one of the required preparations for marriage, though our living under separate roofs has caused scandal!
There's only one thing for it, or, possibly, two. I shall have to listen to some Randy Newman:
Or else cheer myself up with old Lynyrd Skynyrd tracks.
If music be the food of love, and all that.
Roll on Monday.