Having had my coffee I was in no real mood for breakfast so I did without. And my fast, such as it was, went on until about 15:00 when I made myself some toast.<\/p>\n
In between the coffee and toast I had been sorting out all of my stuff, throwing some stuff away, sticking some more in Strider and taking some stuff out of Strider to take home with me. I found a lot of stuff that was missing but to my great dismay, I can’t find my notebook now.<\/p>\n
I’ve already lost one in my jacket in Calgary and to lose a second will be a disaster. So if you gave me your e-mail address on The Good Ship Ve … errr … Ocean Endeavour, then send it to me again using the comments link on the blog.<\/p>\n
I shan’t publish the information, but at least I’ll have it for when I return home and can sort out the photos that I’ve promised you.<\/p>\n
Once I’d tidied up and had my toast I spent a few hours playing on the bass. Working out a few more bass lines, in particular to a few tracks by Counting Crows off their Recovering The Satellites<\/a> album. That, by the way, is another album that is guaranteed to reduce me into a state of depression.<\/p>\n A couple of the lyrics are quite meaningful (well, they all are, but in different ways). One in particular reminds me of an incredibly lengthy chat that I had with someone five or six weeks ago, quite late one night Very similar to when I used to be repairing my old farmhouse, I reckon. When I had the time I didn’t have the money. And when I had the money I didn’t have the time.<\/p>\n Zoe came into my room later, wondering why I wasn’t coming out to be sociable. I suppose that I ought to be more sociable than I am, so I told her that if she made me a coffee I would come out and drink it. So she did, and I did.<\/p>\n Rachel and I cooked tea tonight, stir-fry vegetables and rice in soy sauce with vegan spring rolls. Delicious it was too. There was some apple crumble left over from last weekend, but there isn’t now.<\/p>\n We all chatted for a while and then like The Knights Of The Round Table<\/a> Now I’m back in my room, wondering what tonight is going to bring me. Sleep, I hope, if I’m lucky. I could do with a pile of that. But something extra would be nice too. And right now, I’m listening to Jackson Heights and their album King’s Progress<\/a>, and in particular the track “Insomnia” where Lee Jackson sings Those are sentiments with which I concur whole-heartedly.<\/p>\n
\nGonna get back to basics
\nGuess I’ll start it up again
\nI’m fallin’ from the ceiling
\nYou’re falling from the sky now and then
\nMaybe you were shot down in pieces
\nMaybe I slipped in between
\nBut we were gonna be the wildest
\nThe Wildest
\nThe Wildest
\nPeople they ever hoped to see
\nJust you and me<\/em>
\nBut as Peter Townsend<\/a> would tell us, it’s all about Time and Chance, isn’t it?<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.assoc-amazon.co.uk\/e\/ir?t=erichall-21&l=ur2&o=2\")
\nThe whole world’s still sleeping
\nKept warm by their dreams
\nWrapped up in their loved ones
\nHow peaceful it seems
\nLay your head on the pillow
\nHow weary it seems
\nYou would give a small fortune
\nTo get back in your dreams<\/em><\/p>\n
