The picture of Peter Kenny

My birthday was, luckily, unaccompanied by gloomy brooding on mortality. Busied myself gloating over the kindle Lorraine bought for me, and downloading free books onto it. Including The Picture of Dorian Gray, which I have never read before. I am not much of a Wildean, but despite the surprisingly virulent anti-Semitism directed at the character of the 'hideous Jew' Isaacs and the fact that everything in it seems artificial, I am enjoying it none the less.

Day taken up with practicalities, such as sending for my permission to let, doing some billing, writing to accountant, talking to cleaners in sign language and broken English and so on.

I like my kindle very much, poetry downloaded on it doesn't work so well, with some of the free downloads not even respecting line breaks, or centring every poem, which is all kinds of wrong. But it is wonderful for prose, and the fact that there is enormous amounts of stuff you can download for free onto it. I will be reading a good many classics I think.

Lots of messages on Facebook and in email for me today, cards from Mum and Carl, and old friends getting in touch. Betty called to say happy birthday and say that she has got a job at Chessington. All very pleased with that. Lorraine home early and we took ourselves to the local curry house and had a very cheery time there. Great fun just hanging out with Lorraine. First Matie called too.

I am feeling happy, much happier than even a few weeks ago. It seems every day I become a little more relaxed and philosophical.

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