UA954 San Francisco > London.
An enveloping cloud of rectal exogust, trumpeted soundlessly by my travelling chum in the adjoining (window) seat, woke me at 01.28 UK time (or 17.28 PST). I will spare the innocent DGM visitor details of this terrifying blast of quiet terror, relief for one & a wake-up alarm for (at least) one. This has continued at intervals now for 4 hours. How could a down-below eruption so fully seize the space with a glutinous, choking hold & take it captive, along with all those inside the blast zone?
Official rising-time, ie accepting that no further sleep was possible, 05.00.
… and into the KevinMobile c. 07.30 I…
… arriving in Bredonborough c. 09.30...
… in a feeble, dribbly state.
The Minx arrived back shortly afterwards from arisings in the town & declared that I have Guitar Craft Breath. This, apparently, is an affliction acquired from healthy-eating on GC Courses. WillyFred greeted me by running away. Perhaps WillyFred is also sensitive to GC Breath.
An afternoon napping, then rising for a visit with the Minx to a possible Guitar Craft House 100 yards down the street from our front door. My judgement is that the difficulties outweigh the advantages.
A Minx-walk around the town I…
… returning to dribble gently.
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