London Diary




"enduring love"

Returned to basis --
back in my basement, that is ...
Been working close to 20 hours every day between my arrival in Amsterdam and the flight back from Schiphol to Stansted, to materialize my 'flash', meanwhile learning how that little beauty of a program works...
In the end, of course, it's not perfect, but it's certainly more than halfway there. And it's great to have been able to do it this way: I thought of it, DID it - and now can forget about it ... all in the course of less than a week!

Ricky lent me her sofa, but we didn't see much of each other. Each time I came in for my couple of hours of rest she either was in deep, deep sleep, or off to work herself already. So we didn't talk... Maybe for the best. It's too early for that.

Left her a swell bunch of flowers and a copy of McEwan's 'Enduring Love'.