today was simply depressing, and the mood suited. It would have been better to stay in bed than to get up so late and start to do futile things.
In the afternoon went over to the studio to take the pictures of the last of the stick figurines. They are all right, they are satisfactory. The people at the pub next door to the studio started a garden party with fish grilled on a stake. The fish dish was expensive, and anyway a rain shower stopped the garden party half way through.
Finished the photography and locked up the studio. There is no real point in doing much when you are depressed.
The zip on the trousers refused to stay up on the way home.
This is embarrassing, there is no point in allowing people to view the underpants.
A silly business, all in all. Have a plate of spaghetti at home, and print the days pictures.
Some are good, some are disappointing.
Now it is evening again, listen to opera on the radio.
At least they make no mistakes in their recordings
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