hints of colour

WFH. Busy morning and generally a lot more positive. Met Rowan for lunch in the usual place. Went to Lighthouse Books next door to pick up my new book - a short story by E.M. Forster The Machine Stops about subterranean humanity relying on automated comforts. Chatted a lot about the national day of consumption, what it means to us, where we put our efforts. We very much enjoyed a wander around the exhibition on female mountaineers. There is just too much dickheadedness in our world.