Beginning to suspect that I've retired.
Back from London, where I saw some dear folks and did little else - saw La Traviata and Sibelius' 5th enacted - Grayson Perry at the Serpentine. Had to take a taxi there as I so can't walk. Terrifying, never felt so vulnerable.
The possible show in the crypt now looks a probable not-happening; the unveiling at the atheneum wont occur before November; I sniffed vaguely around for a show but my energy so low I really can't be arsed.
Currently, slowly, finishing the mosaic in the garden. Nearly there.
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