Half

Report from the island was that D slept poorly - reckons he's just not used to the racket from the seagulls! I went up to the allotment and painted the third wall of the shed, having removed a huge heap of rubble/wood/rubbish from beside it. It was a beautiful day (but still that chilly wind, mind).

Later, looking out of the window from the sofa, I noticed a strange smudge of cloud in an otherwise cloudless sky - on closer inspection I realised it was a very delicate half-moon. Always makes me think of Billy Bragg's line:

Like a pale moon in a sunny sky, death gazes down as I pass by;
(to remind me I'm but my father's son)

It's being so cheerful as keeps me going, blippers...