Damsons and things
Time is playing its little tricks again and I just had to check it was Sunday after I got back from a late evening walk. I mean, I thought it was probably Sunday, but then had a moment of doubt.
It was a pleasant walk in what has turned into a nice run of autumn days. I spent most of it finishing a first revision of the manuscript and then typing up about half of it. This tidies up the obvious things I spotted on a read through without going into any great depth. In some respects I’m still too close to it to be objective, so any more substantial changes probably won’t happen for a couple of months by which time I’ll have some distance on it and, fingers crossed, a couple of friends will have found time and goodwill to give me some feedback.
Once I’ve finished this, I’ll be stoning and slicing some damsons before leaving them overnight in preserving sugar. I’ll do the apples tomorrow morning and, fingers crossed, have a batch of damson and apple jam by, or soon after, lunch time.
No doubt there were some shenanigans in the political sphere today; there usually are. I don’t know about them though, because I retreated into a no-news bubble.
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Music: The Santana was well received last night, so here’s some more:
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