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Almost too tired to blip. After sleeping badly, I was jerked rudely out of a dream by the alarm this morning and tottered blearily off to choir practice. All morning revising the Gershwin (difficult) and all afternoon working on the Ravel (very difficult). I didn't have time to take any photos on the way there, and on the way home it was drizzly and grey. So here's a door in Fabrezan which I had stored away as an emergency blip. I wonder if it's the original?

Coming up: an early night, in hope of feeling brighter tomorrow.