Recovering from the lurgy. Breathing and thinking are at least possible today.
I spent yesterday in bed - which calmed the mind as well as the body, and brought me closer to silence than at any time recently. Perhaps it may soon be possible to gently pour some music into my cracked but healing cup.
A short clip from "A Hard Day's Night" was shown on television as part of the "100 greatest films of all time" - and the segment of "I should have knwon better" hit me with a force that I had quite forgotten. And yet I am quite unable to sit down with a hifi and experience that music as once I could. I can genuinely not remember the last concert that I attended for pleasure alone, entirely unconnected with work. I cannot recall one in the last ten years.
This separation from music was bearable, if disturbing, while I was unaware of it - it is now utterly unbearable. Yet the rift is larger than I realised.
On other matters, I have received an email from Lord Crappenleigh, who has suggested that we bury our respective hatchets, and attend MIDEM together in January. It is indeed time for a resolution if one is possible. I suspect that my feet may be inclined to wander in that direction
