Perfect Days and Perfect Playlists

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*A re-release; Questions 4 and 5 from this article are answered below. As always, if you’d prefer to plan a bespoke, collaborative perfect day together, you know what to do

4. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

Oof, this is a difficult one. Much like my death row meal, my perfect day is subject to change based on the season/weather, where I am in the world, my changing tastes and the whim of my mood at that particular time. There are, however, consistencies. Exercise, good food, plenty to do (but no rushing) are the essentials.

In my home city of London, and in a world where I can control the weather, it might go something like this: A bright, warm, and still spring morning. Fresh sourdough toast, eggs and a smoothie. Coffee. A longish bike ride on a familiar route, back just in time for a hot shower and lunch, somewhere local with fresh sandwiches and salads, baked goods and overpriced filter coffee. Preferably with a friend. As we eat, slowly, the weather turns. The rain starts, and we decide to have a glass of wine and sit it out. The weather gets worse, we dash out and part ways. On to a cinema. Or an art gallery. Or a bookshop. Dinner, somewhere good, with good wine, good company and a long tasting menu, savoured while the rain lashes outside. Home to curl up, a film or book by warm and low light. Sleep, delivered easily and post-orgasm. Perfection.

5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

A general marker of my wellbeing is how intensely I’ll perform whichever song is currently living rent-free in my head while home alone. These days that’s a pretty common occurrence and the performances have been committed to say the least (sorry, neighbours.)

Pictured below is the most recent list of songs I’ve been hyper-fixated on. Other honourable mentions go to the album AM by Arctic Monkeys and this Spotify playlist. And this song. Sorry not sorry.

And singing to someone else? I’m so glad you asked. It was, of course, the last person who’s birthday party I attended!*

*What a flawless segue. This was from the April newsletter, and gave me a golden opportunity to discuss birthdays. Smooth as the bonnet of a porsche.

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