Further to my last

[desperance]

Nothing is happening at this end, except further ouchie. And I see that at half seven, BBC4 is showing a concert performance of Haydn's "Seven Last Words of our Saviour on the Cross". Which sounds halfway like a ghost story to me already, or at least the structure thereof; and I do in any case have an unfinished sequence of stories-set-in-a-cathedral, so I could twice over pretend make out that it was work; and I'd just about have time enough to squeeze an episode of Buffy in between now and then, and...