Sign of the Times

Walking home, enjoying the rain, a little before midnight, we were overhauled by a police cars, lights flashing though blessedly no siren, followed by an RAF fire engine, the logos on the side looking like relics from WWII (though the vehicle in question's probably a tad newer than that, but not much), followed by a pickup with shovels and brooms in the back. Aha, the strike began at 6.00pm.

Sign of the Time (Passing)

Happy birthday to us!

Progress? (2)

We've dunnit. The 13.5k bloated story has been submitted to the tender mercies of the writers' group: it languishes in the cells under the Colosseum as we write. Backed up properly too.

Need to do:

• plan structure of two further parts
  
• draw timelines/check chronology for consistency
  
• find a title for the entire thing

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* Did have a brief excursion into Scott Walker Sings Jacques Brel earlier. But ingrained habits will out.