78 rpm

Jeremy slept here overnight. I was kept awake by the chiming of the Fire Bellied Toads that live now in my room along with their various amphibian brethren (newts, axolotyls), etc. He stayed until two thirty.

I met Lee at three in Easterby, outside the Durham Buildings, and we looked round the flea market. I bought a dozen Victorian and turn-of-the-century photos and Lee acquired two choral 78s for his wind-up gramophone. He’s seemed subdued every time I’ve met him since we came back . . .