Me. Phoning something. On the set of Personal Touch.

I am always out of sorts when I spend a whole day in New York -which is something I got to do today. Instead of working, I find myself walking around the city, breathing in the stench of a New York summer, which for those of you who don’t know is 1/3 human urine, 1/3 human garbage and 1/3 unbathed or sweaty human stench.

However, today is a perfect day.

The clouds are on the verge of bursting with water and the air is thin and sort of crisp. It’s a strange luxury to be home this month, one that I both love the feeling of, and one I hate not being able to feel more of. Please note, I’m not complaining.

Tomorrow I’m off on one last trip; one that I’m really looking forward to going on. But after that, I’m home and I’m really looking forward to not having to phone it in, at least for a while.