4pm and it is dark outside. It hasn’t really got light today at all. John is pruning trees in Earlsfield. There’s a bird flu outbreak in India, adding to the general feeling of world pestilence. My father is going in to a residential home, he’s mentally confused. There’s not much to look forward to. I’ll start cleaning the mould.
A broad lady in front of me at Sainsburys bought around fifty bottles of shampoo. Perhaps madness is setting in.
Andrew Stevenson 