13.18
Bredonborough.
Another morning of being a computer technician, for which I have little aptitude & almost no capacity. Enough.
Final packing to deal & off to London.
22.12 Chez Minx, Chiswick.
On the way here, tea with Uncle Bill in Uxbridge. Uncle has had a new right-knee joint but is sharper, fitter, brighter than I am. Uncle Bill is 93. One of the new pieces of information I learnt today, referring to Estonia, is that Unlce spent some 2 years of his 5 years & 7 months as a POW in Estonia: the winters were bitterly cold, he recalls.
A walk along the High Street for dinner with T.
Taxi call for 07.30.
"What we hear is the way that we hear."
