DGM HQ When I bring
10.36
DGM HQ.
When I bring attention into part of my body, perhaps my right arm, and find myself present within it, I experience hope. In this small matter, this is a big matter, because qualitative action is ungovernable by number.
Morning reading…
14.05 Kitchen conversation with David…
… covering inter alia the movement forward of The Vicar, and all his works, into the world.
The street I…
II...
Off to Bournemouth.
18.49 A visit to Don Hardyman, returning c.18.20. Almost every time I arrive at the DGM Parking Lot, our landlord Butcher Fry appears for forms of conversing with the primary aim of setting the world to rights, usually featuring a story of Les Collins. Les’ strategies for correcting wrongdoing were mostly straightforward, direct and uncompromised by long reflection; and when words were useful, conveyed in a deep local dialect.
An evening computing ahead.
00.52 Enough. It calls to me...
