6:30 – Get up. Stretching, shower.
7:30 – Sitting.
Then I make the bed. Not literally construct, obviously. Ignacio did that yesterday.
10:30 – Housework – I don’t clean toilets. I do move baggage and sweep the top corridor. Then I do sweep the stairs.
More guitar playing.
13:00 – Lunch; Pasta by Ignacio and Tywi.
More people have arrived.
After lunch the real Roberto Duse arrives. A quick chat and I leave him to unpack, taking my guitar down to the Ballroom. I play for a while, then fall asleep on the floor. It’s very hot. Sane people should be having a siesta, and I take my cue from them for a change.
Lie on the bed for a few minutes.
16:00 – Tea. Chat to Mike about Scott Walker and Jacques Brel.
Quiet jam with Roberto, then at 17:30 begin dinner preparation with Victoria. Soup. I fry a large amount of onions and leeks, and boil a fairly large amount of cauliflower and broccoli (to be added to the soup at the last moment so that it doesn’t turn to mush), and Victoria denudes a fair amount of salad of its fauna. Because we’re vegetarians here. For the next week, anyway.
The bell rings slightly after 19:30. There are more empty places at the table than we thought, included Tywi, who’s not officially absent, but asleep.
As I’m getting him his soup, silence descends.
It turns out we need three volunteers for the washing up, rather than the two I asked for. After completing the kitchen, I help Chris and Alain with the washing up, then hang around waiting for the last arrivals.
End up leaving the Kitchen at about 22:00. Go to the Office and use the internet to collect my email and post the journals up to now. It’s possible that something else might happen tonight. I intend to phone Haru, put some clothes in to soak, maybe shower, do whatever I can to dissuage Cousing Mosquito and go to sleep. But who knows. The world might get more exciting.