Solemnity

Dear Diary,

It's the opening solemnity of this Cultural Olympiad, not having a television means Maxy Waxy is missing the event. I miss out on all the joys of the 'brain-washing machine', but the only things I truly miss are documentaries. Informative pieces. (Particularly Historical documentaries)

It's all over the radio, this opening ceremony of the Olympics.

This morning, on my way back from shopping I went for a walk upon the hills about town. It was beautiful. Butterflies, dragonflies, trees and hills. I recorded a recitation of more Marlowe which will no-doubt bore anyone who doesn't like Christopher Marlowe (which is almost everyone). I think he is wonderful.

When I woke this morning, the sky was cloudy and covered. The flutist and I didn't go busking as a result. It's a shame, as the sun soon arrived and has shone all day. I am almost certainly not playing in the pub this weekend.

I bought three sets of strings this morning to string-up Dirty Gurty, Sweaty Betty, and Saint Lillian. It's all good.

I had a visit from my ex today. In light of recent events, despite her smothering frequency of phone-calls and visits, she means well. Not only is she an excellent artist (a professional) but she is mostly harmless. I am reading a book on psychological defence, to understand and protect myself from any potential mind-games that amateur shrinks try using on me. I cannot do a great deal to protect myself against hacking, I just relinquish my online 'life' to the hacker(s).

I think I am going to go out for another walk. Get some more fresh air, catch the last fading rays of the dying sun. Watching the couché de solei in all its purplish and salmon hues. It is a lovely area here. I am so very lucky.

Back in the real world, I must renew my self-employment (musician) support and also apply for financial support for my next University module (1400-1900). I have been shelving all this work in leu of focusing on my current assignment (which is now virtually finished).

Life... is good. I may even go down the beach. I can still do something constructive (read book). Who knows? I must buy some more food, because one loaf of bread (albeit 100% organic) two leeks, a bag of jersey royals, and three onions will not feed me. I did buy some electricity at least. Only one bottle of booze (perry). So anyway, I am going to head out. Adios.

Maximus Fleximus.