was full of english people... every 3rd couple you saw in the street was english... we certainly were...
wonderful mini-break wih dinah... many stories, most of which i'll be keeping to myself...
had an hour on my own this afternoon before we started the gradual withdrawal process, the buying of provisions for the journey, the last meal out... the tram journey out to where the bus to the airport goes from...
i'd recorded the chords of this piece of music that is half falling dark lullaby & half rising chords from the past... wanted to see if i could make a start on some lyrics for it...
found my way down to one of the islands in the river... filming trams crossing the bridge... bright but cold day... may have found a theme there for the song, one or two hooks that i can gently pull at and spin out a true stroy about my life now...
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