For almost three weeks I’ve been missing my boy as he tours Texas playing basketball (as you do). When he was three years old he was asked what he’d like to be when he grows up. After a long pause he replied; “An adult”. At fourteen he’s almost there. Here he is in his former career as a scary pirate.
I love flying. After 24 hours on a plane though, even the most enthusiastic traveler can feel a bit jaded. The streets of central London were groaning with people this morning and the skies a deep grey. I felt a whole lot better after a late breakfast at NOPI in Soho and chatting with this lovely man. He's very busy but oh so festive.