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09.26  A grey day. Morning reading…  A call from the Minx at her tv cooking programme. T is competing with her bread & butter pudding of wonder. 13.04 On the street for the Weekend FT…  Clutching the FT on the way to Blower’s, one of Bredonborough’s post-mature inhabitants, a wonderfully friendly lady from further down our street, stopped me: she had found that when she put her hand in front of her face, as per the helpful instructions on how to listen to 3D radio, the hiss went away! Onto Blower’s…  … and World HQ for data & CD-shelf organizing…  Squerd for lunch. 18.03 More organising of shelves & more data transfers. The Minx returned from London c. 16.40. She won the tv cooking show with her pudding. I tasted some of the yesterday-experiment, cold: even better than yesterday hot. Data is crunching. 18.12 A call from the Sistery. She has my traveling organized to Seattle. The UA Premier Executive person in the US was exceedingly helpful & spent 30 minutes fine-tuning to as-close-to-perfect a flight as possible. Here, a call to the PE UA person in England, it was: there is only one flight available. That was it. Nothing more. One flight out of four legs was possible, the rest – who knows? This was not a matter that brooked further enquiry. But speak to a US UA person, rather than an English UA person, and four flights out of four are not only possible: they are booked! What might we learn from this? A Willcox family supper at the new Chinese pumperie. 22.04 A fine evening. Two orders were misunderstood, but surprising-arrivals at the table addressed swiftly, without hesitation or demur. The street I…  II...  Time to gentle with the Minx, who has had a long & hard day; and WillyFred, who has not but expects the same level of attention. Search Robert Fripp's diary archive. |
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