DGM HQ A bright and
09.44
DGM HQ.
A bright and sunny morning along the valley I…
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The office has a quiet about it, and most likely this is because the shop of (the former) Butcher Fry is not. No more accents of the local kind coming through the wall at 08.30.
Never be afraid to let go of a good thing – this is all part of the natural process, although there is loss. At this stage of my life, I am becoming more familiar with processes in their end stage; noting that this is as necessary as it is natural. Good to flow with the process, quietly observing what is going on. I am aware of changes at work and within, although they are not sufficiently defined to simply articulate.
Above my head: Mr. Stormy and KC live in 1974.
Here, morning reading…
… the last days of William Blake.
10.43 In the DGM Kitchen I…
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Legs in shorts similar to this, albeit khaki, governed the British Empire for two centuries.
In this crumbling part of the DGM Empire, The Road To Red is omnipresent I…
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13.25 A long, substantial kitchen meeting with David I…
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… covering his Japanese visit, bright wheezes and good ideas. Something has changed and continues to change.
Off to Bournemouth.
18.09 A very good, and important, meeting with John Wetton. Covering new ground as well as revisiting old, shared ground with the perspective of forty years’ experience and living. Superb. JW is in great shape.
Back to the DGM Parking Lot. (The former) Butcher Fry emerged, with his cigarette, from garden seat under the old yew to put the world to rights and tell another story of Les Collins.
Into the office to hear more sounds of KC live from 1974 blasting away. The Road To Red is being paved with intention.
19.05 David has recently left…
An evening computing ahead.
23.53 Calls from the Minx and the Sistery.
Enough.
