Basket cases

Awake annoyingly early this morning. Seagulls were stamping about on Lorraine's roof, and dropping things which may have been stones or small skulls onto the tiles, and walking smearily on the Velux windows. Brian and Basil the cats taking a dim view of this.

Beth was going to use Lorraine's house for a big rehearsal today, so we sloped off back to my place for breakfast. I then was possessed by a housecleaning bug, and spent two hours vacuuming under beds, deep cleaning the bathroom and so on. Lorraine who is absolutely exhausted, slept on the gold sofa.

In the afternoon we met Matt and John in The Basketmakers for some beers. I was drinking refreshing summer ale. Amid general banter, Matt moaning again about the war between seagulls and foxes going on near his home which generates a maelstrom of fox screams and gull yarps. Despite these trials he has finished composing the music for Found, and will upload it soon.

From here Lorraine had some cheap Chinese food, fretting over our calorie intake as we did so.

Below Matt, right, in The Basketmakers. Note all the little tins on the walls, which are full of messages. Also, fresh in from Joan, a picture of the intrepid Pinkie in Deviation Road. Very sad to see him in this state.




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