Ruth gave us coffee and chocolates. She'd eaten all the nutty ones out of the box and was happy for us to browse freely over what was left- which was excellent, because I've always liked the soft centres best.
According to Ailz's reading of the Mail, Keith Richards has effectively sunk the Stones by writing lots of bitchy things about Jagger in his book. You'd think extreme fame and wealth and adulation would cure a person of jealousy, but apparently not. Richards still smarts over all sorts of things Jagger once did.
We're waiting for Mr Yousaf to turn up with his builders and his bricks. He rang a few minutes ago to ask me if I'd unlock the alley gate for him.