01.44
Hotel Small & Acceptable But With The Minx It’s Christmas Already, Brighton.
When I leave my Wife for two weeks, I return to a feral creature, one for whom domestication of their true nature is revealed as only a veneer. Only snuggllng, assurances of love & devotion, a tickling of feet & toes (and on this occasion, sharing sweet bean treats returned from Japan), returns her to the person that promised to love, honour & obey me. I knew at the time that these three promises were already at least one too far, but it seemed inappropriate while the vows were being made to query details.
Minx is presently ensnuggled, I have risen after 3 hours of sleep. I can read the time, but have no sense of where that time might be. Japan? Seattle? Brighton?
10.27 Good reading, ands a tasty breakfast when Minx joined me.
16.04 Off to Bredonborough.
20.30 Chez Fripp-Willcox, Bredonborough.
Home!
23.16 Good practising. Now, to see if sleep will come.
"The act of music is the music."
