All sworn out / power of finding things / no record shops in Bath

Feb 03, 2013 17:20

Sunday lunchtime - realise that I can't quite read the Obs colour section because of approaching kalideoscope greenhouse. Swear lots, because no more imigran, and jam fingers firmly into right-hand side of neck per instructions from Brian the Massage.

Since reading's going to be off-limits for the next day, haul gramophone from shelf, dig out Dual service manual, find replacement belt in Germany and order same.

Reading still off-limits. Remember that there's a bag of Sevilles in the larder since there was a box at the farm-shop looking somewhat unloved. Hack, simmer, sugar, boil, napalm, bang into jars. Sorted. This lot's got less sugar in, which may or may not be a good idea, but it seems that there's more depth to the taste.

Realise it's five hours later and my head still doesn't hurt. I think we'll call that a result. (Also new spectacles, as expected, at ££. They will arrive next week.)

jammy smears, migraine, wrong speed

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