...Attacking the inbox. Stuff.
It would be possible for me to (almost) stay on top of my affairs if I abandoned the notion that a primary element of my life is being a guitarist. Guitaring, at the level to which I aspire, would result in no-one who sends me an e-mail receiving a response. There would be an even greater pile of papers on my worktop (sofa-table covered by a rug). Flowers and shrubs in the garden would wither. My Wife would despair, to an even greater length than currently, on hearing phrases rising from the Cellar for hours on end. Repetitive fragments of Fracture is not a highspot of Toyah’s day...
More on RF's diary, June 3rd, 2020!
