Not so far. [Insert photo of coal porter in Stair Galleries holiday window.] The barge of dreams has run aground today. Very hard keeping it afloat. Tomorrow's his birthday. I'm trying to think what I gave him a million years ago for the occasion, our first birthday of his together. I don't remember. Maybe a record from the Phonograph Shop?
The second I think I attempted a handknit sweater. I don't think it fit and I wasn't a good knitter.
I slept in a lovely room and in the corner stood a sceptre.
