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08.26
Bredonborough.
A rare, not-good sleeping night. The pain in my left arm is bad.
Morning reading in the Cellar…
09.12 Off to visit Andrew Leask in Kings Heath this morning, to speak strongly to the various parts of me that are dis-equilibrised.
18.07 A good visit to Andrew. And then a treat: a hot date with my Wife in Worcester: lunch, followed by coffee and tea in a chocolatier, and then the cinema.
Returning home to Bredonborough…
… and suddenly-arising dramas with a complicated series of interlocking matters that bear on T’s business life: one of her professional advisers sent a letter to the wrong place, prejudicing the following contingent procecedings – all of this two minutes before offices closed. Some hurtling into action of the Minxie kind, and the process was set back on course.
More fun than the carelessnesses and mistakes of nominally-responsible others that negatively impacts our affairs: Toyah is featured on the front cover of the National Trust magazine for this Autumn I…
II...
… with pix taken at nearby Croome Court.
Meanwhile, the local press…
… claims that T and myself will be opening the Wick Fete together on Saturday. Actually, not: Toyah will be in Seattle working on The Humans III. Nor is this erroneous reporting substantiated by the online Wick Fete page. 23.02 As Toyah was finally putting out the last fires, to leave for London in a relaxed and orderly manner, a major office-job was sent for her to do. Another drama. Strange, whenever T lets her people know - I have a full-on creative process to address: please do not contact me with stuff - everything lands. It is astonishing to see this in action: a Cosmic Law of some kind at work.
Toyah set off c. 19.30…
… and even then another drama, fortunately easily rectified.
A MinxCall c. 22.10 from London, in the apartment and safe. Whoo.
A remarkable number of interlocking achievements, with little margin for error, has fallen into place, driven by the Minx’s commitment and persistence.
Here, an evening computing. Now, to settle.
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