Room For A Man To Wear His Hat
A strange day, not because of anything that’s happened, but because almost nothing has. A large part of the reason for this is because, in my dotage, the hour time change has knocked me off balance somewhat and I’m tired.
As I intimated last night, I wrote absolutely nothing today except this post. I had coffee and tea and sat on the settee and read (and napped). I had a walk this afternoon (to buy a mouse for a laptop: how quaint!) I listened to an old Rod Stewart album a couple of times (Gasoline Alley, since you ask) and watched Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, which was shite, perhaps attaining the heights of utter shite.
Meantime, the hifi equipment in the shed (Cambridge Audio Amp, Technics CD player, NAD tuner and Mission speakers) all came from charity shops for rock-bottom prices. You get what you pay for, of course, but this stuff doesn’t owe me anything and it gets well used. The time has come that I think at least some of it needs to be replaced–I’m just not sure which bits.
Meantime, NASA says there’s water on the moon.
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Music: I really should have put some Martin Simpson up before now. So to rectify that, here’s Delta Dreams
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