Cantering on

Up alone this morning, after a really bad night's sleep. Woke at five o'clock and was working at my desk before seven, working on the Centaur music project at a canter. Sitting outside in the garden. Uneventful day, almost monkish, with just a lunchtime stroll through the park and the shops.

Lorraine home late and I fed her with spaghetti. She was bearing the remains of an Easter egg she had eaten in the car, and pots and plants from Pat and Maureen including two standard roses. I had missed her.