BBC 4 had a programme last night in which very old people remembered how lovely their fathers were. It was very moving.
It was noisy on Meldrum Street last night. I went to the bathroom shortly after midnight and someone was shouting hysterically at someone else to "get off my fucking bike". I listened a while and it just went on and on. Thankfully Meldrum Street is entirely inaudible from our bedroom.
There was a butterfly in the bathroom first thing this morning, flapping against the frosted glass. I got my hands round it and helped it through the open window.
My friend
jorrocks_j sent me Warren Zevon's "Don't Let Us Get Sick", which I'd never heard before. It's beautiful. I expect to be singing it in my head all day. 