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Well, I'll tell you the wind is blowing something fierce out there. This day alone the wind's been so terribly rough and howling it's pushed in rain, driven it back out to give us sun, and now it's driven in more overcast clouds though it remains dry. It's quite strong enough to knock a person over; I saw it happen just while walking back from the supermarket. It's enough to make a body want to stay safe inside one's flat, though I'd thought perhaps to revisit the V&A for pictures. Ah, me.

In theatre we've moved on from the Irish plays (The Seafarer and There Came a Gypsy Riding) and into Shakespeare's Twelfth Night or What You Will. We'll be seeing it on Tuesday, I believe, and I'm quite looking forward to it. And this Saturday I'll be attending the first of the concerts for my music class - featuring Benjamin Britten's Spring Symphony, which should be quite a treat. I'm also going to see if I can't find my way to Portobello Road for the street faire.