morning: an encounter with the NHS. My experience is that it is often populated by wonderful medical staff who are crippled by a communications infrastructure that would be more appropriate in a Carry On film. While the consultant was out of the room I had a nosey around his desk, and found out that in order to refer a patient to his colleague a few doors down the corridor, he has to get his secretary to write a letter. What century is this? 

afternoon: learning Bach + peppermint tea + occasional Venchi chocolate = adrenaline.

evening: squeezed in amongst family meal- and bath-times I refined the edit of our not-quite-baroque version of Piazzolla's 'Coral' for SADN II.  I don't think I've ever heard anything quite like it. This is good.

thought for the day: music that costs us nothing is dull.