Time has adjusted to my clock, I knew the world would come round to my way of thinking. It chimes in perfect harmony with actual time, though sadly it is a tad slow. No expensive visits to clockmakers round here but its bell like chimes breaks the silence, though I have been playing the music of Leonard Cohen and Kate Bush. Melanie came on the other day, my daughter said your favourite music mum, assailed as she was as a child by me constantly playing her record. Slightly gone off Melanie, though she is still remembered.
Well another pig's ear last night, a diversionary tactic no less but the mistakes keep charging in, soon our illustrious leader will have no where too hide soon. It is a long haul this Covid Affair, here in Tod people cannot access the internet of the doctor's surgery, it has been out for months. Hanging on to the phone is their only option.
I have been debating a holiday either in Keswick in the Lake District, partly because it is near to Castle Rigg stone circle, the one large ring I have never seen or maybe Berwick in Northumberland, there is a good holiday review in the Guardian, going by train and using buses once there.