Into London again. Snatched a bit of lunch with the FB and Phil. Otherwise talking to lots of people who were irrationally demanding work of me.

One quote today from Leo: "Good is the enemy of Great".

Got an email from Simon last night which mentioned that he was planning to put in a wind turbine near Garnshiel Lodge. Text today from him saying to look at tory rag the Daily Mail. There was an article about how Price Charles, ecologist that he is, doesn't want it in the backyard of one of his retreats. The paper carried an aerial photo of Simon and Lindsey's place, and the nearby "Teapot Cottage" where the Prince of Wales lurks when not slinking around looking for grouse to slaughter.



A note from Andy today who has come through his "rebore" operation last week and is back at home.

Home and conversations with my lovely MJ and Weezer. Bungy, missing feral(ish) cat has been found by MJ, after disappearing when they left their house, which is nice. It will soon be shipped off to Brooklyn and into the hands of Weezer.

Sleep is stealing over me like the shadow of a Nazgul. I must away.