act two (in which horsemouth takes a tumble)

 'I am almost convinced now that I am never truly awake.' 

- fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet, fragment 133 (200), 20th december 1931.

oh dear. walking back from the village horsemouth slipped and fell over in the mud. 

slip went horsemouth's foot. clack went horsemouth's back. clack went horsemouth's head. squelch went horsemouth's chattels in the mud. 

horsemouth cursed and vituperated.

but then he picked himself up and (a little more carefully) made his way home. he's quite bruised (and he'd forgotten to buy the hereford times). 

horsemouth's coat and jumper are drying off in a shed. so that's muddy coat, jumper, sweatshirt and jeans. 

yesterday he did a little christmas decorating in the morning. he's went to clear bat-poo in the afternoon. now he won't be going out bell-ringing on the saturday (following his tumble). 

so the video? horsemouth has to say this is a part of his thinking with what would it mean to stop?

the bell ringing on thursday went well. particularly the first one. here horsemouth is making progress. afterwards horsemouth went for a pint in the pub (largely to get sylvia out for a drink to thank her for driving him) and then off home. 

is the bell ringing enough to keep him occupied? 

probably not. he needs more.