The twenty-first century recedes slightly.

In the morning, apart from dithering (which is slightly disappointing, as I’d rather do stuff than dither, but dithering exerts its own gravitational force), I do a little more sound-file work.

At lunchtime to docklands to meet with Denise and Brendan regarding Denise’s website, which Brendan has been rejigging. I just have to make it now.

Home, dither some more.

Haru comes home, I make dinner, then I find out that the standard size for printable postage from Royal Mail is larger than the mailer I want to stick it on, so I’ll have to go to the post office and get stamps. The twenty-first century recedes slightly.