January 16. Monday. It’s cold. Pottery studio in the morning, where I trim a couple of pots and throw a large vase. I come home and make some lunch and then sit around for an hour before accepting that I’m not going to get much done today. I walk up to the Oxfam in Broomhill and buy some books. I go and drink a beer and read a chapter of Doctor Faustus.…
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