the sun has moved around far enough now to stop me from working at about 5pm, which is quite good really. now it’s a huge red ball disappearing quietly into the distant hills, reminiscent of the other day’s huge moon rising blood red & almost touchable.

yesterday i learned of the death of david evans-turner, about 6 weeks ago. david was my sister’s boyfriend when i was about 14; i don’t remember for how long, perhaps it was quite a short time, but it was one of those significant formulative periods when anything could & did happen, & certain events & people remain fixed in my brain. i still know all the lyrics to the toy love songs that we would scream-along-to at the top of our voices while pogo-ing on david’s sofa at his flat in elm row. to me david seemed so grown up (he must have been all of 21) & worldly, also fearless & apparently invincible. so i’m not surprised to learn that he fell to his death while attempting to break into his own apartment. r.i.p. david & condolences to your partner & family.

i also learned today that my old friend monica’s grandfather has just died, aged 99. i can remember going with monica to stay at her grandparents’ place in the country near clinton, when we were about 10 years old, & i’ve met her grandfather numerous other times over the years. monica’s grandad was a lovely, gentle man of few words but much thought. r.i.p. grandad & condolences to monica & all the family.

meanwhile less quietly, elizabeth taylor has also died. r.i.p. liz …