DVT DAY 33

Its festival time! Pitch the tent in the garden, get guitar out, throw sleeping bag in, add the scented candle and put the lantern in the tent. Put the play list together of the great dead, Hendrix, Jopin and the rest. Actually, listen to Kate Tempest and wonder at her poetic voice. Take time out to prick out tomato plants and other vegetable plants then write the letter for the day.

Dinner and close up the campsite to watch Vera and write the blog. This is how prosta8kancerman spends Good Friday. No time, no routine, a drift through the day following inclination to inclination. I can feel writing and reading coming on, tomorrow perhaps.