horsemouth is sitting out in the sunset in the back garden minding a fire while J+D ferry one of the offspring and her friend to the cinema. he really needs the fire not to go out (so he can look like a trustworthy person and build trust).
‘with ishmael’s white reverie, with the patience of bartleby...’ - georges perec, W.
last night (when he arrived) horsemouth was straight on the guitar and him and denise blasted through their classics and through some prospective new tunes. she’ll have plenty of time to practice them while on holiday with dave and caudia (and graham and fiona).
meanwhile horsemouth will be dog-sitting, cat-sitting, watering the tomatoes (and possibly playing a little guitar himself, certainly doing some reading and some farting about on the internet, perhaps going for a few long walks).
before he flew he was reading felix holt again - it’s great - he will be quoting some of it tomorrow (when he finds a quiet minute to blog).
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