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"The days cannot all be bright and
sunny - upon each a little rain must fall." my mother magnificat has two workplaces: there is the main one - between his ears - the one we sometimes play with here for your enjoyment. But there is the other workplace, the one we can only really hint at, for reasons of commercial confidence and common practicality. Today I'm going to talk more about that second place, for it is currently of great fascination. One of us is ill, one of us has the sadness of family illness, and one of us has more than a share of domestic problems. Yet today was oddly the best working day I can remember for a long time - anywhere. Out of these difficulties seems to have bloomed an almost tangible measure of cohesion, of respect and new awareness of each other as people. Remarkable, and very real. Cohesion, trust and respect. I feel here for once part of something good, rather than a rebellious, arrogant show-off.
By the way - that was me writing at the end of easter99. Professor Laing, the celebrated Sixties madness guru and author of possibly the only Number 1 Best seller on Schizophrenia, The Divided Self, has been dead for years. Sometimes when I become Mavis or Gazza or Deirdre Swanne, I scare myself to death. It's a funny old world. Deirdre has 4 eggs by the way, and they're still coming. She's avoiding curries and drinking lots of castor oil.
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