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Disservice

Went to Southwark Cathedral before the meeting. I love the Shakespeare windows, one for comedies, one for tragedies which includes an excellent stained glass bat, and one dedicated to the Tempest. They were preparing for a recital, and the music was very sweet. I put a donation in some tin or other for a candle, and left one for him. Everything before this felt so loud, it hurt; and my vision seemed oddly intense. The train had passed a field full of purple buddleia, and then a station full of black topped lights; and somehow they seemed to share a recurring pattern of objects. It was like one of those images you imagine would be an amazing photo; then you take it and everyone wonders what the hell caught your attention.

After Southwark Cathedral I went down to the Golden Hind and wandered along the Thames towards the Globe. And then, because I couldn't delay any longer, made my way to the George at Borough, an old coaching inn currently dedicated to the worship of Wimbledon.

To my surprise, She Who Does Not Visit was not only present, but determined to spread good will. She was a boon to the discussion, which is more than can be said for me at first. I was taciturn because I just didn't want to be there at all. Then we all tried hard and the result was an easier afternoon.I can't fault her for her perseverance in lightening the atmosphere; It was good that she was there.

Elvis Diary wants to make the funeral so beautiful for him. I just keep seeing his face and it makes me sad.

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