Saturday morning

Good morning peeps,

Saturday morning. I slept reasonably well, woke at 1am, then slept again, but I was trapped in vivid and not very nice dreams into this morning.

I got up and just me and the cat were home, and I laughed at the cat for leaving it's leg in the air when it looked up while washing itself.

I am doing a project called heritage, which is a series of photographs of towns I lived in as I grew up. Those of you who know me know I had a travelling upbringing so I have many photos to do.

Someone has published my second letter to the Bishop on Open Letter, but why have they put a picture of him in a pornographic cassock? He looks whacko anyway.

I just had to use saline to clear my breathing, yeughh, horrible, it makes me gag. But I am a bit better again today.

What people do on the bay on Saturdays: Bacon sandwich and a walk along the front, I think I will do that.

Oh, I did my music practice last night and made good progress, undoubtaedly not good enough for the Lihous to boast about yet, but what matters is not being a production line object of boasting and one upmanship, what matters is that I am doing what I would like to do and at my own pace, and after losing my music and keyboard when I was deported from Jersey, actually finding the strength to start again and proceed.

It is a fairly fine day, so I will have a wander down the bay.