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Rising 06.15. At 06.18 the confident red town-fox strolled happily down from the back yard into the garden. Just to the left of the entrance pillars, when the ferns were cut back at the end of last season, we found a bird graveyard of perhaps six-twelve remains, the finger-buffet area of said confident, well-fed red town-fox. This is addition to the remains, often one a week, further down the garden.
On the street: I Advance Masked – Day Twenty-Nine…
Morning Sitting down the garden…
Morning reading…
Today’s Sunday Lockdown Lunch adventure – the tango; with unicorns waiting, hoping to be part of the event…
Have I ever mentioned that, with many visits to Argentina since 1993, tango is in my blood? Perhaps not yet quite in my feet…
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14.23 A post-tango lunch of great tastiness at the back door…
19.12 A continuing-Birthday zoom with Patricia, and to the Cellar for practicing.
"If we can't play away from the instrument, we can't play with the instrument."
