Monday, October 28
Baltic 39, Newcastle, 18:12
I will walk into Baltic 39 and meet Andrea Phillips, before turning round to meet Sophie and Henry. We will go for a lunchtime sandwich and then spent a long afternoon in a meeting whose precise purpose we never quite understand.
At the end of the afternoon I go to the toilet and see the most baffling sign I have seen in a long time. What does that sentence actually mean?
We will all go for a Sardinian dinner, bolstered by nostalgic talk about the eighties, and all leave early. I had very little sleep last night and will manage six hours tonight.
Things, sometimes, can only get better.