good morning peoples! it looks like the internet is down. this morning would have been a good time to go shopping.
(it is later. horsemouth has been shopping. the internet has come back up. now read on...)
but for now horsemouth will have to devise his own entertainment. maybe he will test himself for covid. maybe he'll do another round of shopping at a different food supermarket, maybe he'll actually do some reading or practice some guitar or work on some songs. (hopefully the internet will come back on before he is forced to such desperate measures). maybe he will launder his bedsheets/ pillows etc. put the vacuum cleaner round.
maybe he will play a CD or watch some daytime TV.
it's a greyish day. the central heating is set low (it seems to lack a comfortable middle spot). first to check if there is any coffee left in the pot then to get some museli.
yesterday horsemouth finished off watching armando crispino's autopsy (aka macchie solari or sunspots) an engaging giallo with a slight science fiction edge - sunspots happen, there is dissonant music on the soundtrack, and the heat seems to ripple through the film stock.
later he watched the red queen kills seven times - this has a more conventional stately home/ inheritance / sealed will plot but then it's also set at a fashion house (which is very giallo).
yesterday horsemouth ate some rice (and because he cooked too much he will have to eat more rice today).
horsemouth is (as usual) dissatisfied with the condition of the gaff. he's been contemplating murder, but he doesn't fancy the jail time. the wicked will once again have to go unpunished (sigh).
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