Lockdown is here, how will Peter Rosengard feed himself? I wake up at five β in the afternoon. Not a single one! I read the instructions on the box. I suggest you try a chicken instead. Fifteen minutes later I video WhatsApp him. I open the top cupboard in the kitchen to get some Rice Krispies for breakfast.
The door falls off onto my head. Forget being killed by coronavirus, I almost got killed by my kitchen cupboard door. I climb onto a chair to turn it off with a large knife. I fall off the chair and the knife narrowly misses beheading Xerxes. Kitchens are deathtraps. Restaurants of London β have no fear. You once had a takeaway Indian. I think it was about 15 years ago. He said people are reporting having strange dreams. I go back to sleep and dream that I am stopped by a policeman on Westminster Bridge on my scooter at 3am.
Do you need a police escort? I dream that I am stopped on my scooter at 4am by a policeman, again on Westminster Bridge. It keeps it nice and fresh. I am very happy to hear from him. After a long chat we finish talking and say goodbye.
Home Life. Life Peter Rosengard: What is this room they call a kitchen? May 2, Monday I wake up at five β in the afternoon.
