Thud: My Real Children
Total words: 13879
Music: No music, people asleep, but Three Double Concertos in my head.
RSI: Back of left hand feels weird. Do exercises already! Including the ones you don't like!
Reason for stopping: end of chapter. Also, about to starve to death.
My handwriting is impossible. I made this note about something I wanted to check less than an hour ago and all I can see is that there's a double p in it, and it's only by reconstructing what I might have wanted to check that I can tell. I'd better print the answer!
Also, anybody know any jewellers in Oxford that were definitely there in 1947?
I've finally got up to the breakpoint. Thank goodness.