Bad guts and nausea, so remained at home sleeping fitfully and feeling rough. The amount of minor ailments I have experienced lately is becoming comical.

The very pleasant old gent from The Record Album, an eclectic vinyl shop about a 100 yards from where I live, called me to say that he had found an immaculate copy of No Sun in Venice by the Modern Jazz quartet -- which is a very hard to find record. There is one track called One Never Knows which is particularly exquisite and I have listened to it several times today.

It was the favourite record of my stepfather and it was quite odd thinking about him from this distance in time.

Talking to MJ the best part of the day as usual.

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