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To Scunthorpe, to see John Kearns’s Tilting At Windmills, which is loosely about The Waste Land and Lighthouse Family. Many of the shows around the country were and are sold out, but this was barely a quarter full, which atmosphere wasn’t ideal but never mind. Perhaps the people of Scunthorpe are special Latin pedants who objected to the blurb calling him a “Taskmaster alumni”, he’s an alumnus dammit.
Nice to visit these towns which I’d only otherwise visit if I followed lower league football. I overnighted in Sheffield, which is only a bit geographically crazy. The bus from Doncaster to Sheffield was charming, apart from the old fellow with badly dyed hair who kept a window open so we could all inhale the fumes from the underground bus stations in Sheffield and Rotherham.
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Removed the pedestal from the bathroom sink, as I’ve done before, to fiddle with the pop-up plug mechanism and screw the tap in more tightly. Perhaps I could have left the pedestal in place and shoved my lubricated hand in, but I don’t like that, like my hand could expand and get stuck in there forever.
To reattach the pedestal, it’s useful to have a just-the-right-height steady pile of boxes to support it, and I was glad to have a lot of old magazines I could “layer” to get the height just right. Hoarding wins again!