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09.38  The Minx was up at 05.00 & left for Gatwick not long afterwards. Rising myself at 07.45 & speaking to T at 09.05. Her journey through procedures was straightforward & speedy, she reports. Off to Bredonborough. 12.39 Back in good time via the Piddle & tea with Barbara. The street I…  II...  The carriage yard I…  II...  Gentle morning reading…  13.25 Squerd for lunch…  19.43 A welcome eruption of blue skies & sunshine. Over to World HQ I…  II...  … for organizing…  Back here for more organizing, but of the domestic variety. A call to the BT Helpline in India. The polite person at the other end, across the world, tells me: Don’t worry!  I am no longer worried about the 96 kbps download speed. I am now afraid. The Minx called twice from Antigua, getting her second flight on the way to join her cruise liner. Squerd for supper. Who cares if there is no flavour, or even a flavour that has no taste? Squerd is good for you. An evening practicing ahead. 21.45 A Call from T, safely arrived on an island, somewhere, she reports. The prop plane came in over a rainforest, almost touching the trees, to the clearing in the forest that was a landing strip. Practicing coming to an end. WillyFred is awaiting adoration. Search Robert Fripp's diary archive. |
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