After a visit to a local fishie, I found that I have since spent too much money on jazz records.
in my defence, I did buy a c.d. boxset rather than all of the records that I coveted.
Still vinyl won me over.
New cartridge has just arrived (AT VM95ML) so that means a few sweary hours setting it up, but at least it is a detachable headshell, so only tiny sweats.
Very interested to listen to how it sounds against the Goldring 2100 currently on the DD deck.
We got rain
at last. Not much, but a start.
Pleased that The Wife has got her client on a zoom consultation, Wife has had two clients fail to turn up for zoom meetings organised yesterday. It wastes her time, I get it in the ear. The sheets.
Haggis later, neeps and tatties natch.
Cut on my thumb is just about healed, but I keep catching it on
everything. Waiting to bash it soo hard that it opens up the wound again. Sods n all that jazz.
Listened to a piece on the radio about grief.
With reference to the well known ‘five stages,’ I maintain that adaptation is the final stage, not acceptance. Note: The 5 stages are not linear and may be revisited, and have no prescriptive order - in my opinion. (based on years working in palliative care, and my own personal experience)