or (to translate) oh my god! snow!
yes ladies and gentlemen. here in the ever temperate seaside town it has snowed. it has not covered everything and it has only stuck where there is metal that can grow cold or cover from the wind allowing it to settle (or perhaps even drift)..
horsemouth has a cough and various nostrils full of snot (sorry for the detail). one of his flatmates has come down with the dreaded norovirus (or winter vomiting and shitting bug). horsemouth (who lives on a bean based diet) worried that his every fart would turn into a stream of diarrhoea. eventually he figured out that he did not have the stomach pain that his flatmate reported and thus was unlikely to have the bug (yet).
he settled down to sleep and while he slept the magical transformation of the world was effected.
his main aim (for the next few days) is thus to avoid catching the bug through their shared kitchen or bathroom use.
yesterday evening horsemouth watched a little of autopsy (1975) (aka. the victim or macchie solari) - mimsy farmer is in rome during a heatwave (caused by sunspots), she's cracking up, the city is cracking up, people are committing suicide or murder left right and center.
he also read diana athill's somewhere towards the end - she visits the mortuary to identify andre deutsch's mother (she writes a poem). in the village no.6 (the prisoner) is much concerned with l'arlesienne (multiple copies of l'arlesienne in fact).
tonight a phonecall from his mum.
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