What a wonderful world

Mick the builder is here. At the moment he is in the other room having an intense grass-fuelled debate with M about obscure Philip K Dick books. Earlier, he and I went out for beers -- at the Eagle & Child so he could indulge his Tolkien obsession, and then at the Turf so I could indulge my Oxford one. We walked back along Queens Lane and he admired the brickwork.

Tomorrow, I am due to get up at 7.30 and then learn how to mix concrete. I am steadily earning my passage off Golgafrincham Ark B.

joella