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Up early and working on a poem or two before getting down to work. A couple of older poems, never quite finished to my satisfaction when approached in a ruthless spirit of cutting dead wood, suddenly shaped up a bit. Satisfying. Worked till around three on video scripts for the charity then walked into town to get a haircut and just to walk having been manacled to the desk. The barber's empty so I got a protracted cut with the barber pacing about my head and peer at it as if it were a snooker table. Got a bus back as I am feeling wan and depleted of energy. Worked till quite late, doing a variety of bits before I cooked a curry and then went to bed early with Lorraine who is having a hard week.