I'd better write that down, I thought, so I can blog about it. She was smiling at me, even though I'd just got chocolate on Tim and Jane's sofa.
What is this thing, Top Form? Is that when you're at your wittiest, most confident best? If you aimed to be like that all the time would you then have normalised Top Form so that there was no such thing? Can Top Form be maintained without spending the rest of your time on Average or even Bottom Form?
I should backtrack a bit. I'm still in Ely, well, Littleport, staying with my friends Tim and Jane. Anita, who's been my friend for (we calculated) 15 years, came for dinner last night with her partner, John. While John and Tim played guitars, Anita told me in her own sparkling way that I was on Top Form.
I'm not going to go on about it. Actually, I think the topformity might have been down to the wine.
It was a super day yesterday. Tim and I got up early and went to the farmers' market. The fishmonger and the vegetable guy reminded me that I was no longer in the South East of England, by being extremely friendly, competent and charming behind their market stalls. Then Tim took me to a bookshop where they serve free coffee. We wandered up the wooden staircase between corridors which were packed floor to ceiling with books. It's not often I've been sad to leave a shop.
After that, we listened to music and talked about mixing audio. Tim has arranged one of my songs with crazy timing and unexpected key changes.
Top Form eh? I just think that's what happens when I finally let go of everything and relax.
Quite probably the wine then.
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