two things...

Britain's Got Talent was excellent, and I was happy to see Paul Potts win, although I imagine now that he has blown his cover, the authorities will want to talk to him about his genocidal tendencies. Six years old Connie Talbot was amazing, and she brought a little tear to my eye when she sang. It's been a lovely week with this great programme to look forward to every night. What am I going to do now?

The other thing is that we went to Greenwich Market today and I had my very first, and probably last, Tarot reading. It was very, very interesting. He said lots of things about me and my life which, although vague, rang a bell. After he was done we talked a little bit about the cards and the process. Even as he was talking I was thinking about what he was doing. I'm not talking about trickery or conning here, but rather he seemed to be engaged in a real process which seemed to involve a pretty sophisticated use of counter-transference. I was very impressed. I did feel a little sorry for him at the beginning because he became all tongue-tied and he apologetically confided in me that he was feeling very nervous talking to me. He lent forward and almost whispered, that I wasn't his usual client, "they're mostly women", he said. I could see that I broke his little heart when he asked me if I had an email address. I asked him what he planned to send me, and he said that he was going to send me some blurb about himself because he offers readings outside of the market. His little face crumpled when I told him that I didn't think I would be having another reading.