On this day, ten years ago, my Mother flew from this world. Minster Flowers are delivering a bouquet to Parents' grave in Witchampton churchyard. Today, rising at 08.55, I felt as if a weight had lifted. How, what, why, I am unable to answer.
My dreams had me on the road with Crimson, in Buenos Aires.
Mark the Builder, a Peter Gabriel fan, has visited to arrange various details of upcoming work to Fripp World HQ & our home when he returns from holiday. Now, stuff awaits. This evening I am off to London for supper with Toyah & some of her chums from the show.
The sun was shining, now it is raining.
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