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All my possessions seem to be winding down in sympathy with me, dimly cognizant perhaps that my life, like the hinged year, is at a turning point. Yesterday I said goodbye to the car I'd had for ten years, waving it off as it disappeared on the back of a "dismantler"'s lorry. (I did rescue Littly My from the rear view mirror first, though.) Later, getting a taxi to the station, my phone slipped from my pocket, taking my numbers with it. The phone itself was a temporary - £15 - replacement for the £20 one that died the other week en route to the States, but I regret the numbers. My PC is currently refusing to talk to my screen, and altogether I feel like some kind of techno-Job, being stripped down to a poor bare forked thing ahead of next week's naked encounter. At the larger level, of course, this may be the day that the UK strips itself down to being (pace Donne) an island. It's hard not to get all Elizabethan-World-Picturey about these weird correspondences of inner and outer, macro and micro.

Not that I've had time to dwell too much. Last weekend I was helping run the Roald Dahl conference in Cardiff, and today I'm in Nottingham to examine a PhD. In between there have been exam boards, a quick visit to my mother, and my daughter making her last appearance before she turns 18 (another turning point - eep!).

At Bristol Temple Meads station yesterday there were many Glastonbury goers set for their annual bout of trenchfoot, but as yet their wellies gleamed green as emeralds. It's Midsummer Eve, a day that is of course ripe for magical transformations. Seeing the revellers (just at the moment I was leaving my phone in the cab) brought back sharply that other June 23rd-4th, in 2007, which I spent being quizzed all night by Tony Robinson in the British Museum, returning in the morning in a train slathered with the mud of Glastonbury's fallen, and going on to work, only to find that one of my friends had died at a meeting that morning.

But, enough. Have a picture of the peaceful Trent, taken as I walked back to my hotel from a nice pub supper yesterday.


There's something very grounding about water.

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Date: 2016-06-23 07:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Personally, I blame the hordes of Poles who flooded into Britain for the recent setbacks you encountered. Vote Leave. Brexit.

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Date: 2016-06-23 07:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ever come across the expression, "King Charles's head"?

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Date: 2016-06-23 09:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hush, child, they say the Klan are the ghosts of our dead Confederate soldiers riding at night to keep us safe.

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Date: 2016-06-23 08:39 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
Thanks for the link back to your post from 2007. I don't think I'd found you on LJ then. That must have been a really weird experience, especially with the shock of your colleague's death coming on top of it.

I will be off to vote Remain later. If it weren't against my Quaker and Buddhist principles, I would curse Cameron for ever letting it come to this.

Good luck with getting all the gadgets replaced or tamed.

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Date: 2016-06-23 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It was definitely one of the weirder experiences of my life.

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Date: 2016-06-23 09:51 am (UTC)
ext_14294: A redhead an a couple of cats. (Default)
From: [identity profile]
It is a very transitional year, and this summer especially, in many ways. A bit of a pain to have the material objects go too, though; replacing things all at once is such a pain. (Is your number still the same?)

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Date: 2016-06-23 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No. I've lost that SIM - but watch the skies, I'll be giving my new number in a flocked post shortly.

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Date: 2016-06-23 12:19 pm (UTC)
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I'm glad you saved Little My and had a nice pub dinner. Thus are bad days redeemed.

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Date: 2016-06-23 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You're right - it's the little things that make the distance. Especially the Little My things.

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Date: 2016-06-23 06:19 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sovay
(I did rescue Littly My from the rear view mirror first, though.)

I'm glad to hear that!

Thank you for the link to the earlier post. What became of the television show?

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Date: 2016-06-23 07:24 pm (UTC)
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The show was broadcast, though it only lasted two series. The archaeologists beat us, of course.


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