October 11th 2017 (Edwards Road)
Ray S arrives from beyond the grave with a dustpan & brush & sweeps the corners of the room clean.
October 12th 2017
Mike B is leaving for university. He is studying in Brighton. A group of us are waving him off. I present him with a half palette of Reeves watercolour paints.
October 13th 2017
I am showing a sheet of glass (a tray?) to Leselie R. He takes it from me & examines it closely. There are tiny butterflies suspended within the glass & I am surprised as I never noticed them before. “This one,” he says, pointing. “is dead. Or, worse.” I look closer &, sure enough, it is ‘worse’. The butterfly is man-made.