4 down, 10 to go (maybe 9) blue door

god what a nightmare! 

horsemouth was trapped in a bar at a hawkwind gig and the bar staff had lost his order (and were being surly unhelpful knaves). earlier (according to the dream) he had been working. at some point he made it all the way through someone's house to the back garden before he realised he couldn't get to the venue from there (and then, shamefacedly, had to make it all the way back out). oxford he thinks it was.

horsemouth has to make it clear  that this was a dream. 

‘where did you hear that music?... before tonight, I have only ever heard it in the spirit world.’  so said an audience member after richard osbourn after he played some of robbie basho's music. (maybe robbie is raving it up in the spirit world). yesterday was the anniversary of robbie basho playing the kulturforum bonn 42 years ago.

the meeting is done - 4 houses contacted, 10 remaining. a meeting next thursday.(cherry-ripe, cherry-ripe). possibly only 9 need to be contacted. (two flats are EPC C already - one can be insulated as 'in-fill' because the other flat in the house is being done, the other exceeds the limit on infill properties and so will have to wait. 

horsemouth forgets how tense this all makes him.

people want what they want. gawdelpus. people's default setting is that nothing must be allowed to happen, because if nothing happens then nothing can go wrong. 

he was recently asked why he still did it. he replied because it is an intriguing puzzle and made various rubik's cube motions with his hands. in truth it is because he still hasn't achieved what he wanted from it (which was to use the resources of the co-op to house more people). 

ok enough of that.  horsemouth's dream reveals frustration (in a somewhat comedic fashion). 

things are being rolled in a positive direction. that is enough. get the ducks (tasks) in a row (and the shoot them).

4  down, 10 to go (maybe 9) blue door - horsemouth's life resembles a numbers station. 

yesterday horsemouth bumped into glyn transporting a chair to leyton. they agreed to go up to leyton together and then horsemouth would raid/ add to the bookbox on the road to aldi (a copy of alex ross's the rest is noise). glyn is interested in getting back into music. it too them a while to find the chair place (a nondescript blue door - and the guy's workshop was really in the basement, and the guy who answered the door and took the chair wasn't the guy from the basement.(this is what real life is like - exceptionally messy and logically inconsistent).