Woke to a light dusting of snow. My sore throat has blossomed into full blown sinusitis. Aki brought me a mug of tea. Read some Toni Morrison. Got up and porridged. Spent the morning reading and playing guitar. Spotted Lynne from the upstairs flat out in the front garden, moving the bins back after the binmen had been...she'd managed to clip one of Aki's plants with the food bin, knocking it off the window sill, smashing the pot. I came out to help clear up. She'd had a good time in Albania...said it was stunningly beautiful. Made lunch. Sat about for most of the afternoon. Arranged to stop over with James Earls-Davis the night before Albert Cooper's funeral in Stoke next month; and the following night with Sean O'Callaghan. Booked my train tickets. Aki cooked trout for dinner, with spelt and black beans. Watched some telly. Bath and bed…exhausted after all the coughing and sneezing!
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