And yet another visit to the resonant breath that leaves me a little breathless. How easily I seemed to have thrown off the experience of D - as if it was ever just going to go away. We're back together - have been for a long week. Had one of those dinner in front of the tele nights that seem to be the cornerstone of a relationship - after 3 months of seperation, it felt so comfortable. Still went to the bogs on the way home tonight - not that i was horny or anything, it was just out of habit. I walked in, looked at the 4 guys there and walked straight out again - well dodgy. They just looked as if they were a gang. Never felt that before, so must be right. D will be fast asleep by now - god he sleeps so well, I mean we sleep so well toghether. He asked if I wanted to come back to his - I was drinking a pint on the terrace at the National overlooking the Thames and I just so wanted to be in my own bed tonight. Have spent the whole day in the theatre - Stoppard, three plays collectively called The Coast of Utopia. Quite a stretch in more ways than one. Lost it a bit in the second play - couldn't remember who was who. Bottom of my circadian rythym. Not the best Stoppard, but still Stoppard - great language. Arcadia was the best, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern was the play that inspired my love of theatre as we studied it for A level - I owe the guy a great deal. Have seen each one as it came out - he is a leitmotiv in my life. He has written what is obviously his political philosophy - his plays get more and more serious. I wonder if he could still write a comedy like The Real Inspector Hound - he probaly wouldn't want to, but I'd love one more pure comedy before the canon is closed.

Oh Chris - well I took him to the top of Tower 42 (see my birthday). We had 2 cocktails each and some food, bill came to £50 and he took it from me saying he would pay as he had enjoyed the evening. I hesitated, but took it back and paid it myself. To assuage my guilt. Haven't seen him since. Daft or what.