greenish

 The explanation for the silly green hats in the pub last night is now clear, it was people celebrating Saint Patrick's Day. Supposedly any excuse is good enough for a drink or two. Today spent walking through the park, met the camera collector, then walked down to town and met the old man from Spain. He was in the café plugging in his laptop. Chat with him about the performance of Brahms Requiem the night before.

And upon returning to the flat met up with the artist couple in the street, and had yet another cup of coffee together with them. 

And now write these notes for the blog, it is eight minutes past three in the afternoon.

There is now time to prepare all of the documents for the tax people.

It is a wam spring day, watered a dead looking plant this morning and see that it has turned greenish by this afternoon.