On monday I went to
On tuesday we discovered that our regular pub had turned off its lights and sprouted an enormous roll-down screen over the window we usually sit in, which was showing football/an advert for more football. We sighed and moved back to the last pub but one, and shortly remembered why we left there. Where next? The Rusty Bicycle? I also waited in for a heating engineer. He turned up two hours late to the wrong address. But, on the bright side, our boiler's OK.
On wednesday I exhausted myself doing a writing session wih some young people, then collapsed in front of Lost Land of the Volcano. Ahh, Papua New Guinea, home of the best birds.
On thursday, we bestirred ourselves and went to a Pindrop Performance (music: quiet, experimental, unusual) at the UPP. We got there too late for the solo oud, but caught a semi-improvised accompaniment to David Lynch's lost slapslick masterpiece, The Cowboy and the Frenchman and a masterful hissy fit from the headliners.
On friday I was busy at work. In the evening, we went round to
On Saturday I finished painting the bathroom, did a few hours in
Today I did the big bed in