Thursday October 7, 2004
I’ve sat here quite long enough, racking my brains to find something of the day on which to fasten and report and… there hasn’t been anything. Not a sausage. And I don’t feel like waxing lyrical over the weather, or the benefits of peace and quiet either.
So I’ll crave your pardon and close the book on my day as a ‘nothing to report’ kind of affair. See you tomorrow.