Dreamed of trying to drag a futon up a hill and having it keep sliding down; considering the horrors of World War II and what I'd do to escape being drafted; reflecting that Margaret Thatcher's assertion at Ronald Reagan's funeral that he'd surely go to heaven must have had Dante spinning in his grave!
Went shopping.
Dinner was sausages and mash.
At the opera rehearsal we were moving a lot of props upstairs. I already have some sections virtually memorized!
Baked whole wheat bread overnight.
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