Breodonborough Breakfast with eggs from
09.45
Breodonborough.
Breakfast with eggs from
Croome Walled Gardens I…
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… as recommended by The Humans…
Bags by the front door…
… and Mr. Bill set off down the street in the HoxeyMobile c. 09.10…
… to meet bandmates in London, at the Hammersmith Odeon/Apollo, en route to the Glastonbury Festival.
All manner of stuff and arisings, and the New World moves into place. An interesting notion flew by: Bright Idea or Luminous Insight?
14.25 Leaving for the nose specialist in Worcester c. 10.30, returning 11.55. There is nothing that can be done for my nose other than a full nose job: the cartilage operation when I was 18 has removed so much of it that any new work to reshape the deviated septum would likely trigger a collapse in the bridge.
There we are. How I suffer. I suffer so much.
Going to collect the HD, promised for delivery by noon, it arrived one minute after I left the delivery-premises, at 11.57. Now on the desk…
… and (a good part, at least, of ) one year’s writing is now available. This includes the recent The OCG VII course journal.
E flurrying. News: a close associate of 48 years has had a stroke. This explains the non-returned e-mail and call.
The Minx prepared excellent tasty-lunch by the back door.
20.23 Upgrading domestic electrics. Our electrical-expert-person also provides facilities for PJ Proby, who has recently moved a little-closer-to-Bredonborough from quite-close-to-Bredonborough.
An afternoon of e-fury, copying recovered-files fury, 1974 Journals fury, and Crimson DNA ‘phone calls and e-mails.
A new guitar has arrived I…
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Supper at 18.30, back into the Cellar and 1974 Journal fury.
Dribble.
21.05 Enough. To gentle.
