This is the three thousand six hundred and fiftieth daily post in this blog, which means that this is all close to ten years long now. There have been almost eighty thousand visitors in that time. This must make it a very poor performer, but thank you all for your patience.
Warm summer nights are great for listening to neighbours having discussions on their balcony. The actual words are indistinct, but there is a male voice instructing and a female voice acquiescing.
Yesterday the woman threw a tantrum.
The day was spent printing pictures and buying apples. There was a quick visit to the gallery, the young woman with her Bachelor of Arts in photography is proud of her exhibits and less proud of the fact that people are not buying photography as an art work in this town.
In the evening the sculptors telephone, they need some pictures.
Send them over, glad to be of service. It is just like work.
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