time for bed

 The morning was spent walking about town. A walkabout that was inneffective, there was no comfort to be derived from it. In a small shop buy two small balck torches of the LED kind. These are to work as a part of the camera equipment, so that the controls can be illuminated in the dark.

The third clock in the room is running for its third day now, perhaps the repairs functioned. There is a permanent ticking noise in the room, all the various lengths of pendulum ticking away at their own frequency.

The early afternoon, just sleep until the tiredness goes away, and then go downstairs to the workshop and commence tidying away the tools. They need to be sorted into sets, and sadly, not all of the sets are complete.

And in the evening go to the pub, talk to a few musicians. After a while they start to talk shop and to bitch about the one who is not there.

Leave.

And now it is time for bed.