Precious

More editing this morning. I just didn't do a very good job in this interview. Sent it off to Robin anyway. Meanwhile Lorraine happily celebrating this morning, having finally mastered a tune from Les Misérables  on the piano she has been trying for weeks. She dropped me off at the gym, for an afternoon trundle, while she popped into the garden centre. I decided need to push myself harder. When I got onto the lat pull machine, I found the small boy before me had been pulling about three times as much as me. On the way back I bought some eyedrops for Lorraine's eye which has burst blood vessel. When I got home another small burst of activity, moving the big pots containing the fig (aka Little Miss Figgy) and the olive tree out of the porch where they have overwintered into the back. Also, when Lorraine was busy cooking a delicious meal, I put the shelves back up in the kitchen, now the kitchen has been fully painted.

Have been haunted by a song I only heard a few days ago by Depeche Mode called Precious. Trying to work out why I like it so much. I've not paid much attention to Depeche Mode. But the lyrics are decent, buts its mood resonates with me. The mystery of music.