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How to Be a Retronaut: treasure trove of old stuff
Give Me Something To Read: collection of fine writing
Lunch on Friday, ahead of registering Rae’s birth, at the excellent Clog & Billycock, Pleasington. Fish & chips on that side of the table, slow roast belly of pork on this, with one of us eating while the other one fed/changed. This may become a habit.
Painless at Heron House, Manchester for the registration (although initial confusion at the help desk: ‘We’re here for the 3.50pm appointment.’ ‘Ah, yes. Mr Abdullah?’ ‘Er, no.’). In and out in 15 minutes. The council bloke who signed us off does births, deaths and marriages. “I hatch ’em, match ’em and dispatch ’em,” he laughs. Rae is now a Manc.
The reason for the lengthy gap between recent posts. A beautiful daughter. Previously.