Bredonborough In NightWorld a session
16.03
Bredonborough.
In NightWorld: a session for Sir
George Martin and his new young artist. In DayWorld, the young John
Wetton was George Martin’s studio bassist.
Sleeping through until c. 09.55, rising at 11.01.
Feeding WillyFred, and to gentle morning reading…
… in the Home Study…
On the street I…
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… carrying to World HQ, shopping for WillyFred’s tasty things and a tasty thing-or-two for the Minx, who is returning tonight after switching on Christmas lights in Dover.
The Market Square is being prepared for our own switch-on…
… although in dampness, greyness, wetness, the reindeer look a little forlorn. But what care we for the weather? The lights are coming on!
Garden water is slightly receding I…
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Arrived I…
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Into the Cellar I…
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… for e-flurrying. The non-industrial dispute has kinda-returned: it never went away. What to do?
17.44 Eruptions c. 16.10 had me hurrying upstairs – fireworks from the end of the adjoining garden to celebrate the turning-on of Bredonborough Christmas lights…
Onto the street to enjoy the event I…
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… and bumping into Michael A, a neighbor from down the street, by the newly-illuminated Christmas tree. Michael asked if I were going for a drink in the Town Hall. I knew nothing of this, but accompanied Michael there; and then went in. The Mayor was at the door, welcoming locals. A glass of wine was freely available to residents, with mince pies made by the Mayor’s wife, also quiche. A local post-mature sax player was playing Christmas hits on a sopranino sax, and engaged me in Happy Gigsters’conversing.
A most enjoyable spontaneous event of the local kind.
Back to disputation and dissension.
20.05 Enough negativity for one evening.
21.05 The Minx is home! Yippee!
22.19 A fussing of the Willy Fred, supper and into gentling mode.
A Devil Bug of some kind has visited me, seeking to take purchase of my sensibilities. Fie! O Devil Bug! Away with you!
