Diary Jan 14

It was much too cold in the Barra’ shop over Christmas.

 

We’ve hung a thick, clear plastic curtain over the gap that the brick-doctors knocked in the wall, you see, and it lowers Aerospace-Rob’s core temperature on a Saturday to the point where he can listen to ball-chasing competitions on the ‘wireless’ so if he’s not in one variety of artificially induced coma he’s in another,…