Taking a bit of a break today – yesterday actually, when I began thinking about today’s mutterings. All was going well till the man arrived to fit a remote door-opening thing in case I’m not able in future to go down my internal stairs to let people in. It was arranged but I didn’t know it would take three hours. All very well done – thank you again, Westminster – but it rather disrupted the day.
Then got into correspondence with an old friend from my years in Saudi Arabia (1976 – 1987), the nub being how often and in how many ways we all cheerfully broke the law. That gave me an idea. He didn’t want to be named, so thank you Geoff!
I’ve already described a few ‘brushes with the law’ – and there were more – but with less time to write than normal I thought today I’d offer a filler: my first experience of prison, at age 20. It’s been published before, in a College and in a Club magazine, so perhaps you’ve already read it. If so do take a break also.
Anyway, it’s here: Student Goes to Prison 1968. And forgive me if I put my feet up.
