Toast

Had a catch-up yak with Dubulah yesterday. I was making toast at the time, and so, it transpires, was he. He had Marmite on his. I just had butter.

Today I went with a friend to the Duke of Uke to swap my mini-uke for a big 'un. Gina said it would be OK, and I'd been having trouble getting my sausages round the baby Uke. There was a uke she's signed up there on the wall!
It was tempting to go for an upgrade but I erred on the side of caution and parsimony, and got the same model only bigger.

I've just written a song on the piano, with my limited knowledge of chordery and stuff. I'll see how it sounds on the Rhodes down at Tom's, but may possibly record elsewhere, perhaps Goldtop in Camden if I can persuade them to give me a cheap morning, rock'n'roll dawn perhaps (that's about 11 a.m.)