And so the other way.
Left the boat with the wind turbine swinging wildly in the gusty wind. Now on the tube to Euston from Tottenham Hale after a delayed departure from Lysander. A minisick down the trouser front after a gulped breakfast cereal doesn't do much for ones managerial cred so had to be attended to accompanied by much cursing and time anxiety.
Still, there is room on this train to breath - now that I'm running late. Finsbury Park and another load get on. I feel my bile rising again.
Just picked up another message from R about the late Ian Carr. Seems there has been quite bit in the media following his death. That's what living on a canal boat can do for you. The musical trail-blazer's passing was not so ignored after all.
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