Beatling about

Sprang up at the ridiculously late 11 o'clock, and roused Lorraine and Bob. Event he cat was quiet. I made us breakfast and gave Bob a book of Haiku for his birthday before he left. Lorraine and I spent the afternoon pootling about clearing a shed prior to her house move, and to harvest her crop of tomatoes from her back garden. Later Lorraine made a yummy curry containing just-picked tomatoes.

Evening given over to returning to the gold sofa to watching TV about the Beatles, including The Beatles: the first US Visit, a documentary made in 1964 about their first trip to the USA. Must have been an incredible for the lads, and a sense of unreality about what has happening pervaded the film. The Beatles looking like they could not believe their luck. Loads of hangers on too, just standing about looking bemused.

The lovable mop tops are among my clearest memories of the sixties, along with Tamla Motown, and the jazz and classical records Mum played. I remember going to sleep singing early Beatles songs when I lived in Neasden, and watching the news report in 1970 when they had broken up.

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