drummer moves in across the street, practices all day making a racket, but i hear she's improving, which is good, i hope she is diverse though cos at the moment it's all heavy metal. i have a head ache, migraine but pond man is coming over, i have to lift rocks, loads of them, reconstruct the pond. i get bitten by bugs, funnel web nest is discovered in the earth, fuck i'm panicked but it's okay, pond man comes and crushes the spiders with a rock. 
it's against my policy but he says we gotta work and it must be safe and i don't argue. he shows me the nest, lifting up a big rock, 'there's always an escape hatch, two exits.'
'clever critters,' i think aloud, 'that's what i need.'
after two hours the pond looks amazing, completely cleaned and restructured. i'm exhausted. 
the morning started very early, surfed the best it's ever been, caught many waves, out there on terrible beach alone, no one around, just me and the waves. perfecto.
my head ache may develop into migraine, i get them, my eyes burn, i have a shower and lay down, read a little of my new book, 'cambodian book of the dead.'
i think about writing the australian book of the dead, maybe start in a bar, a toilet cubicle with a girl in a tight red dress doing a line of cocaine and having sex. bursting out into a crowded club filled with hedonistic beautiful people all whacked out on drugs and alcohol, but then i loose interest and think about space, my mind floats out drifting past the horseshoe nebula, suddenly i think about jakob back in london and then my dad. i miss them both, i'd like to take my dad to the movies. 
i skype him, tell him i have posted the clint eastwood double pack, 'mystic river' and 'million dollar baby' movies, the only two he has not seen and the best clint films. we chat for a while, he's in fine form, i feel really happy and then its time to say goodbye. i don't wanna, i wanna stay and chat but my brains stopped working and can't think of anything else to say.