Get up and weave a path through the general detritus to reach the bathroom where I pick my way unsuccesfully through rabbit shit before breakfast.
Watch a bit more of last night's Columbo before heading into a razor sharp blue skied morning. A blissful drive the slow way to Oxford, the bare, brittle brown trees like fleshless fingers scraping across the bright blue sky. A sign by the roadside announces "lambing days" a sign that the world will soon be waking up from winter. I think the clocks may go back (or is it forward) this weekend.
S is on form, and I am much encouraged by his progress. Learn more about him. His dad used to manage Raymond Blanc's restaurant in Oxford. Apparently they own a hotel in Milan and a string of cafes. S has got the entrepreneurial bug and arranges parties and events in Oxford, for which he takes a cut. It enables him to pay alll his uni fees, his rent, and sundries such as driving lessons. Fair play. His bloody phone never stops ringing!
T next in Lt Kingshill. I was worried about him last week, but today he makes excellent progress.
I finish off last night's Columbo, a great episode with Dick van Dyke. Who's have thought Bert could be such a bastard! The next episode though is a dissapointment. The usual format is abandoned (as with the Billy Connilly one last week) This time we don't get tofind out who is the killer until the very end. Now for me the whole joy of the Lt is the torture he puts the murderer through, we and he knowing precisely where guilt lies. It's the only way, and I am not interested in exploring any other possibilities.
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