Old friend

I spent a day doing unavoidable tedious work, interspersed with some particularly irritating emails. I glanced round at one point and noticed my guitar, which had actually acquired a considerable layer of dust, so much have I neglected it. (I rubbed off some of the worst before blipping it).

I'm also thinking a lot about another old friend, T, who's had to go back to hospital in Cornwall. Fond thoughts from Leith, dear heart.