Saturday, September 5

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The garden, 18:50


Irma slept late this morning and by the time she got up I had showered, read the online news and an offline Michael Moorcock story, and played with the cat.

I went for a walk, part of which took place in a sudden shower. It rapidly turned into a short walk.

When I got back we skyped Naa and chatted with her and the little girls she is looking after.

We cleaned the house and vacuum-cleaned.

Later, when the sky cleared, I went for a longer walk. Now I am back home and Irma has pointed out that the clouds are very three-dimensional. They are indeed.

We will spend the evening talking and drinking a bottle of sparkling wine left over from my doctoral defence.