Lunch Hour Sanctuary
The fastest hour of the day is nearly over — my lunch hour at home, my little sanctum sanctorum. 3 ginger biscuits and a cup of chai tea (scoffed my sandwiches earlier at 11 a.m. in work). It was spent washing up and reading Alvin Gibbs' book — seriously inspiring.
Inspiring enough to maybe get me writing better, more often 😊 — maybe even the courage to finally publish my own memoirs. But who’d be interested?
Although... they are very good.
Evening Walks & Nostalgia Hits
Took a quick walk to pick up provisions after work — twilight in TUESDAY form. Watched the sunrise in Wrexham this morning and the moon set over Caerhun this evening — a beautiful symmetry.
An early start should mean an early finish — but I can’t feel the luxury of that just yet in my working life. I can, however, enjoy an evening with the Urban Dogs (no beach needed), a bottle of red wine, and a good book.
Another Legend Gone
Rick Buckler of The Jam has died. Aged 67. I briefly met him at Deeside Leisure Centre in 1979 — where he gave me his autograph.
It’s 10 p.m. now. YouTube’s tired me. The fire is now just embers. Time to take my book from the balmy 24deg of the living room to the coolness of my bedroom.
Final Notes from Wednesday
Weds 19th Feb 25 — Midweek highlight: a couple of hours with Charlie. We had fish & pasta for tea before a walk back on this mild evening.
And for Thursday...
More of the same — admin & chasing unnecessary chaos.
Heh!
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