the beetle is nearly done - soon dastardly magical foreigners will have been beaten back, victorian values will have been restored and everyone will be safely married. (there will be no more frenzied murders, no more harp playing and no more hot foreign climes).
horsemouth is up and onto his second coffee - the heating is on, or has been on (and very pleasant it is too). outside the sun is making valiant attempts to pierce through the morning murk (later it will be successful and we will have a bright autumnal day.
horsemouth has survived his week at work (he celebrated with a bottle of beer and a spaghetti) - the invaders is back on the horror channel (in the spot previously reserved for under the dome). he has a mere four weeks to serve of his sentence (before he can go back to being really poor), then the winter solstice celebrations, the january doldrums (when the work is thin on the ground), groundhog day to the spring equinox (the slow climb back up into the light).
later he walked up through the valley of the agapemonians to walthamstralia - a little second hand book shopping maybe.
results (total walk 9.2 km)
the firebird - children's book (illustrated by igor yershov and ksenia yershova), two squid - local charity shop
and, continuing with the ‘ reading la comedie humaine’ project,
the unknown masterpiece - honore de balzac, nyrb edition - two squid (oxfam).
horsemouth is acting like he has money (by spending it) - but of course he doesn’t have the money, it’s his younger self who has the money (and sadly there is only a limited supply of his younger self to be had). quite what the timescale is on this is not yet clear.
sunday horsemouth will be transporting his mother across the seaside towns.
horsemouth hadn't realised - it's gene clark's birthday.
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