Matthew Henry John Bartlett

I went to Masterton today on the train. I slept there and back and had three pieces of my old boss Ted’s 70th birthday cake to eat all day. It is nice having Aaron flat here. The landlord is visiting tomorrow to fix a leak in one of our second toilet’s cistern. I finished Richard Prebble’s short book I’ve been thinking and found it worthwhile. I’m tempted to vote ACT again, though various online quizzes tell me I’m centrist these days. I didn’t hear any recorded music all day. I sang some to myself walking to the train though. Mum dropped me home this morning (I’d stayed the night at Mum & Dad’s) so that I could get better clothes for work but my boss didn’t like my winter season outfit much. I finished Norman Maclean’s A river runs through it which is I think deeper than me. He doesn’t do the reader any favours. I think he is being respectful of the limits of language. Perhaps Dave will appreciate it when I give it to him, being about fly fishing and brother troubles and all.