I was asked by my aunt to go to the library and post a letter to Angela Lansbury. When I arrived at the library I found I didn’t need to buy a stamp because Angela Lansbury was in the hallway, fiddling in her handbag. I approached her with the letter and warned her against reading the contents.
Later I watched someone remove a heavy bag from a step ladder. This rash action meant that the poor man standing at the top of the ladder was catapulted over a hedge and landed head-first on next door’s patio.
Meanwhile, I was making arrangements to hire a Lady Gaga wig for the weekend and to have my shoulder tattooed. It seemed I would do anything to ‘fit in’.