It feels like a poetry day today. I have been building up to it and as I only have 17 days until the end of the month, I really need to get a move on. The last few days have been research days and I am making progress towards (a) an article and (b) th…
It feels like a poetry day today. I have been building up to it and as I only have 17 days until the end of the month, I really need to get a move on.
The last few days have been research days and I am making progress towards (a) an article and (b) the talk for the Numismatic Society. It occurred to me last night that to finish the article I will need some photographs, so that can't be finished until I next visit Suffolk (not sure when that will be). The talk, on the other hand needs a lot more work and I need to get a move on. Most of the work I did yesterday (plus some I must do today to complete it) went into researching what will end up as a couple of minutes in the talk. That needs photos too. He was a local man so this will include at least one picture of a house he lived in (maybe 2, but I think the rest have been demolished) and his grave. Possibly the grave of his son-in-law too, depending on how far I spread the research.
That's another place where I miss Julia. She wouldn't let me spend hours sitting over a keyboard, she's make me get up and do something, which is sometimes annoying, but also sometimes a good thing. Last night, after a day tapping away with bad posture, I felt like i was tied in knots.
When I finish this I'm going to have another cup of tea and sit in front of the TV
for a while as I revert to the old ways and make some poetry notes with a pad and a fountain pen.
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