Wednesday 29 April 2009

My adversary iritis came back with a vengeance yesterday: three hours in hospital and now a very red sore eye with an artificially dilated pupil, bleah. Still, I got some useful editing work done on the Bowie (this is not a dilated pupil reference) MS from 1705, including the excellently bizarre Scots Chaconne, which DG has pronounced 'whacked' and 'brilliant'. One for our Edinburgh concerts in August I think: at least one of these has already sold out.  Meanwhile I'm staggering around with dark glasses on bumping into things.