The church down the road is in good voice- they are roaring away, full throated congregational singing. It's beautiful.
Meanwhile, I've relocated and the writing carries on. It's sixty hours and counting... downstairs to pick up a potentially useful book, up again to realise it's not as useful as it pretended to be. Strangely, the whole disastrous thing has turned into a romp.
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