As is becoming a habit on Mondays I headed back to Relativity with Mike. To say hello briefly to post-pizza, and to help clean the kitchen. Not the most romantic of passtimes I guess. But hey, they have a clean shiny cooker now. Headed up to bed and spent too much of the night talking again, and hence too little sleep. Woke to a gloriously beautiful morning, crisp and cold and covered in dew and with a blue sky that seemed to go on forever. And today I had lunch with Richard in town, since he'd forgotten his wallet this morning. And we bumped into Aldabra for a chat which was nice. 24 hours of almost absolute happiness.
And just a tinge of sadness, some from bits of insecurity and some from today's (ubiquitous) news. Jan and I are never going to be able to say of Andrew that John Peel actually *rang him up* about one of his records.