interupt the day, checking.

it is all there to find, old favourites,

new, they pray for those in

peril each morning, later

 

from the other room streams

the sound of glass.

 

one battery is spent, the other

depleting rapidly. during

the run up to christmas i shall

replace and back up.

 

meanwhile. plugged in the

piano plays.  classic fm.

 

i shall nip to currys after

lunch at maenan abbey.

 

sbm.