A quiet day today. Very quiet. With Lou in Brighton and Brian and Maddy in the air coming back, I decided it was about the only time I could binge the whole season 4 of Clarkson’s Farm without someone asking me why I was watching that crap. I find it compelling, the whole business of an enthusiastic ADHD clueless well meaning celebrity trying to manage a farm. Plus I understand the whole crazy ideation thing, and the split focus. It’s comforting to watch the successes and the failures. It’s getting me better at planning, just as that’s where it always collapses.
In the evening I thought it would be nice to go get Brian and Maddy from Heathrow. They got in from LA about twenty past eight. I banged up there in Bergie, left as soon as they landed, got into the short stay car park just as they came through security. If there are checked bags I normally beat people, but Brian and Maddy know how to travel. Honestly, if I am not dependent on other people I usually just pack hand luggage. Got dad’s voice in my head, showing me the wee bag he travelled round the world in. It’s actually a pretty good way of doing it, so long as you’re either Camino efficient with laundry, or happy to lose half a day on a shopping street once a week buying new shirts and pants etc.
I am glad of my peaceable day with the cats. Now we are back to the carnage of computer games on telly and VR. I’m in bed with a comic and I’m gonna just go to sleep and see how things go tomorrow. They’ll be up for ages. It’s eight hours behind over there, I find it much harder to get back on track returning than I do going out.
My head is swimming with words for a tape and other delights to come. This month is about to get busy busy. Last night was a hard sleep, if you know what I mean. My dreams were tense, I woke up wired. Misty perhaps was helping by rasping that cat-tongue over my face at 4am. I almost put her out of the room when she decided she would lick my bald patch.
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