Costume Stuff

Out after lunch to get the staples extracted. What was that taxi driver on about? I never felt a thing. Nothing to it. Maybe that scene in Master & Commander where the Doctor chap removed a musket ball from between his ribs was no big deal after all.

After work, a stroll to the Art College, actually to see Performance Costume as the laddy is performing as a stripy pig who is an evil puppet master. He is indebted to his Dad, of course: I taught that boy everything I know. From there it would have been straight home. But the bus route home veers past the Diggers and I could make out the silvery hair of the crones through the stained glass and almost hear the laughter within. Driver! Next stop - let me alight!