Not exactly what I’d call a normal day. Starting with a call from Graham as he was waiting for a taxi to take him on the first leg of his journey down to Teignmouth and continuing with a stream of calls and texts between us as he kept me up to date with progress throughout the day and into the small hours, finishing with a call at 03:00 to let me know he was back in the caravan, all safe and sound. The highpoint of the conversations was when he called me during the concert, holding his phone in the air so I could hear the sound. No speaking during that call. Just sound. You can’t talk over that volume of sound.
It was good to be able to share the excitement. Oddly exhausting, though. Not physically of course but my spirit feels somewhat strained this morning.
After all the fuss trying to get a recording from the radio it turned out that the broadcast will be put out on the 7th. I did a trial recording during the evening, though, and it was successful, using the Audacity recorder. Success or not I still feel way out of my depth on the whole audio/mp3/ipod game and I don’t much enjoy using tools I don’t understand.
Not satisfied with just one concert, he’s bought himself a ticket to see the end concert of the tour, in the O2 arena (otherwise known as the Millennium Dome) in London, in November. That’ll be rather more fun because he’ll be back home long before then.
I’m not planning to do much today after my late night. I have a small pack of sausage rolls which I shall heat and eat along with a large tomato and an apple for my brunch. Then, like as not, a drowsy numbness will strike me and I shall take a trip to the banks of the Lethe.
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over the hill
a gull cries
lonely in the sky
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