A cuppa with Reuben Up and surging to the station for the 7:24 train, only to find a baleful multitude gathered at the station. A train had broken down on the line, blocking all trains to London. Luckily I met Reuben, and we sloped off to a cafe and had a cup of tea and a chat for some time before returning to the station and finding that we could travel again. Nice to chat to Reuben as the train dawdled north through fields with horses standing about in coats. Finally at work, at 10:10 (three hours door to door). In the afternoon Keith and I went off site to work on a thorny brief about eye health. We found ourselves in a curiously empty pub where we had lunch and hunched over our pads. At 5:30 stopped and simply had a beer instead which was quite cheerful. I really like Keith. Home to Lorraine and a hearty chicken soup. Finally got the last piece of the jigsaw for the CD, the code number of the barcode that will be used on the CD. Have had to download complicated software from the PP...
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Adminhead Admin will be the thing that pushes me into madness. I'm not a form filler by inclination, but have a conflicting impulse to do things properly. So this morning spent in search of wild geese and ISRC codes. These are codes embedded into tracks of your CD so that in the event of people playing it on radio their usage can be tracked and eventually paid for. To get these codes you have to join the PPL (Phonographic Performance Ltd), joining the PPL was hard, rubbish site, and had to call them. This may be the final piece of the jigsaw. I seem to have spent the last six months doing admin for the house, my business, the CD and it is working my nerve as Americans would say. Meanwhile Matt is busy organising things for the launch concert in February, cat herding musicians and so on. Off to the gym today, making amends for a heavy weekend. Then later I met Dipak for a coffee in the Marwood Cafe and thence to buy a toy truck for Oskar and a make your own perfume game for Klaudia....
Waterproof Pouring rain all night and day. Woke up periodically during the night to the sound of rain falling on Lorraine's Veluxe windows. I love the sound of rain falling on glass when you are safe and warm. Goes back to the long glasshouse attached to the back of my grandparents house in Guernsey. I loved being in there. It was full of the distinct smell of geranium leaves, and the patter of rain on the glass was like music. Occasionally, when a pane or two needed replacing, strategically placed buckets collected plinking drips too, which added to the effect. Anton and I decided against a long walk. Those country tracks turn into the Somme after ten hours of steady downpour. Instead Anton and I went shopping for a new anorak. My previous one now readily absorbs water instead of repels it for reasons I don't quite understand. I may have cleaned mud off it with a cloth impregnated with detergent. These hi-tech fabrics are temperamental. Naturally Anton knew the places to go, b...