On this day in 1910 my Father was born.
23.05 Hot. A day of stuff.
A superb firm of local builders arrived to begin work on the garden wall & to complete the installation of secondary glazing in the house. An electrician also visited, and will be back tomorrow. Yesterday's heat prompted a heavy downpour or two or three. Rainwater poured over guttering (full of "invisible" wiring), down a wall into the electrics, repeatedly tripping a kitchen fuse. I had to clear most of my personal sitting & practising room of all the stuff-stuff stored in it, limping pitifully & in pain. Last night, leaning over the bathroom hand-basin before going to bed - crikey! excruciation! - my back slipped out again.
"A lie divorces who we are from what we are."
