Yesterday morning, I found Paul McCartney's "Another Day" going through my mind - a good song which emerged during the Get Back sessions (as did many of the group's solo numbers), and the somg made me reflect upon the prodouctivity which can result from routine while needing each day to be different: as well as reading and writing, the later afternoon saw me at an organ concert at All Saints' in Hove, where many pieces new to me were rounded off by a version of the ever-familiar Crown Imperial; and then on to the New Venture Theatre for a production of Farragut North, also new to me, even if the subject had something of The West Wing about it; and back to a disc of the 1968 film of Up the Junction: not a match for the television original take of Nell Dunn's linked stories but with many a diverting incidental.
All of which took life into the early hours, which has made for a slow start to Sunday: time to catch up, at the desk, unloading a brain of ideas which occurred along the way.
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