The first cuckoo of spring, the first frost of winter
Guess which we scraped off the car at 6 o'clock this morning. It was worth it: Russell delivered his 10th and last speech, recalling the history of the last 17 months. The day ended with me talking to someone about the moon-landings. If the claims in 'Only a Paper Moon' are correct, we never went there. I will write more on my impressions here soon. But here on earth, it's cold and rainy and I have a cough. Viv is typing up some minutes. I can just hear the sound like a cat diving under water.