A day of two starts. Woken by Nick at 5am, and a tender couple of hours cuddling and talking. He got up full of energy and plans for his work. I went back to sleep. Dozing and thinking of how to impart to Rosie the quality of loneliness. Woke up reminding myself that Rosie is a fiction of mine.
Listened to a bit of a Morrissey concert on Radio 2. He was good, and I am looking forward to seeing him live. He even sang This Charming Man. The interviewer implied that it wasn't his work but he, rightly I thought, countered that although his career had moved on he regarded the song as his own.
Got it together enough to set up my new camera. A little disappointed as the buttons are plastic looking. It works well though, so I should be happy. Tomorrow, I'm going to do a day's reportage to work out the functions. Collected the dead Minolta and emailed around to see if anyone can fix it, is this a way of avoiding coming to terms with the possibility that it is beyond repair? You bet. Too many memories of aspiration caught up with it.
Nina and Darcy came with me into town so I even made it to the bank. We played a game to see if I could find ten good things about living in Coventry. I could only think of one - that if I need to buy anything, I can usually get it. When I first met the city, I liked it. There was a kind of glamour in the grime. I liked that it was a working city where people endure. Now, I just see grime, chain stores and fifty people wearing the latest £3.99 top from Primark. The sabbatical in Cornwall did for me and Cov, although it was a relationship on the rocks long before. A Coventry thing happened on the way round town. A woman stopped us, she was looking down at the dog, "Is that his dummy?" she enquired in all seriousness. Darcy spat the thing out and grinned.
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