16th November 2013

This morning we went to one of our favourite shopping destinations, the Organic Farm Shop. We get as much of our food there as fits our life style and limited budget. The quality of what we fuel our bodies with really matters to us, and this food is high quality. We know what's in it and, just as important, what's not in it. 

The other reason for visiting the farm is their delicious coffee and cake which, in the winter, is consumed by one of their lovely wood-burning stoves. If we want a real treat, we stay for lunch.

This afternoon I had intended to start clearing the heap of clutter on my side of the office. It didn't happen, again. I got distracted into starting to piece together some Christmas music for my weekly slot on Cirencester Hospital Radio. I share the time with my good friend Cliff. We share a love of music and both enjoy our radio stints. Once we start discussing music in the studio, it's so easy to forget that we're broadcasting. There's the ever-present danger of the record on air finishing and us forgetting to segué to the next, risking dead air, a radio sin. Hasn't happened yet, but the risk is there. What has happened is the record finishing and listeners being treated two old blokes rambling on about old record treasures they've found on second-hand stalls.

And so the day went by.