Its a head in the clouds kind of day today. Gay Pride hits Brighton and the town will be packed and topsy turvy; I have jobs to do, one of which is clearing an attic so I can organise my studio (which I am very excited about); and I am pleased to have examined a PhD just as July ended because August and September have to be planned, lest they drift away - tidying up my desk and organising writing space is immensely cathartic in that process. So its the kind of day where abstruser musings (to paraphrase Coleridge) will sidle alongside practical things to be done. I wonder if the Romantic poets ever had to dust and hoover (well perhaps not hoover, that would be an anachronism, but you know what I mean)? So I guess I need to get going - but wherever I will be there will music, there always is in my house. Maybe some of this - one day like this:
