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 Peter has a big day today. His bulky furniture is arriving. The big stuff. In a big truck. His neighbours in the other town houses aren't going to enjoy this.  Well, a person has to be able to move into their new house. That's not rocket science.

Though rocket science made this possible.

You've no doubt noticed the title of this post. I helped Peter move some boxes and he offered, in return, to be nice to me on five of my posts. We're up to number 3, two more to go.

Robert has buggered off again. No big surprise there. The PBs are doing a 'practice' recording this afternoon, so I'll see him there. The tune we're playing isn't hard to play but you've got to have your eyes and ears open. I'm sure that, the last time we played it, I was a bit out of tune at times. You can't have that on a recording, so I'd better do a good warm up this morning (well, in what is left of it).

I had a bad night. I'm getting yet another reaction to the medication I'm on. My nose is swollen and I have big bags under my eyes. I look ten years older. Hopefully the antibiotics my local doctor (his nurse actually) gave me will help. I did a HUGE vomit yesterday evening, which is not something I usually do. I largely missed the toilet and it took a lot of cleaning up. So I didn't get out of bed until closer to ten. Not much time left until I have to go to the recording session.

I'd better leave you there.

Ciao tutti.

Hey, this is a pretty non offensive post for Peter to deal with. I'll try to make the next one more 'interesting'. By 'interesting' I mean that I'll give him a few challenges.