Don't like the weather, wait five minutes it will change. Winchester is spectacular in the sun and gothic in the fog. Its in a valley that lies below sea level, and sometimes a mist hangs over the fields and the town like a Dickensian metaphor. Yesterday was a sunny day, fantastically creative, buzzing with ideas and thoughts and it knocks on because as I relaxed in the kitchen back in Brighton, last night, I sketched out a country-esque song I have been writing, with a chorus line, 'broken heart-stringed mandolins'. It was fun to bash through while sipping a gluten free, alcohol free beer - rock and roll huh, I was enjoying myself so much I had two! This morning I have been thinking about the list I have to work through before squeezing in lunch with my boy and an appt this afternoon. I confess tidying my study is top of that list, I can't work in mess - books neatly piled up, stacked in corners etc is fine, but stuff scattered around, oh no, that can never do. Happy wednesday, the middle of the week, the day after Tuesday, not yet Thursday, the corner not yet turned... Yesterday I was gifted the new Yusef Cat Stevens album, some surprising good material on it (for a change) and this is the title track. Haven't fully made up my mind but I post this for my sister Debbie, the Usher Hall, circa 1971.
