Sorrel

Got lost in the garden all day, not that there seems much to show for it other than I feel shattered and creak when I stand up. Immersed in Kafka and Orwell again so stayed in earshot of the radio doing lots of fiddly stuff and rushed to do other jobs in the breaks in between. 
It was also a day of Michael’s. It ended up with Michael Rosen in conversation with Michael Morpurgo.
And all day feeling very sad about Michael Mosley.