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10.21  WillyFredwas in perky mood as I rose at seven. He ran around me in circles several times and then pissed on my naked feet – twice. Clearly, I am a valued member of WillyFred’s gang. The pigeons from outside our bedroom window were in fierce dispute. Actually, fighting in the yard. Life continues. A MinxCall from Terminal Five just after eight, en route to France and her business meetings there. While we were speaking, a knock at the back door: Mr. Cheese the Constructionist arrived and attended to several good and useful items around the home and garden I…  II...  III...  Morning reading I…  II...  13.15 Stuff. Paper. Cheques. Shopping. 18.23 Fresh carrots for WilyFred pulled from our garden. He appreciates home-grown produce as much as we do. Practicing calisthenics. A call from the Minx, at the Napoleon Glacerie in Menton, during a break between meetings. E-flurrying, data transfer, more practicing ahead. Search Robert Fripp's diary archive. |
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