social

 Perhaps things are improving, just bit by bit. Made a slow morning, got up early and made breakfast. This was fine, and tasty too. It might have been the highlight of the day.

Went to the artists studio and disturbed the saxophone player at his practice. Sorted through the box with the little figures, all in their felt beds now. Two of the figures have been removed, and are lying on top to the box. This is hard to understand. Perhaps the artist or one of his friends removed them both and did not remember where to put them back. 

Return the two figures to their places in the box. Then turn all the tags so that the numbers can be seen easily and take a photo of the box using the camera on the mobile  'phone. Repeat the procedure with the other two boxes. Then there is an episode of socialising, the saxophone player leaves, sit down and relax for a while, and then his wife turns up.

They have missed each other. Now there is more socialising. After she leaves, leave locking the door and more socialising with the owner of the pub and his friends who are gathered outside.

Go home, and lie down for a minute. All that socialising was too much. 

After a short nap. realise that the mobile phone has been left in the artists studio. After a very few minutes set out to get the phone. This is a nuisance.

At the studio there is further chatting. Cut that short and return home.

Print the pictures from the 'phone. They will serve their purpose.

Clean the floor in the shop. It needs it badly.

And now it is time to go for a shave.

Now, in the evening.