To Lewes
Slunk lazily out to buy fresh bread and the newspaper, which Lorraine and I ate toasted, munching happily on the gold sofa with the cat sitting happily between us. Only the thought of putting my cheque into the bank motivating me. However once in the throngs of shoppers in the North Laines felt energised and very cheery. Managed to buy several presents quite quickly, so suddenly I feel in control of Christmas shopping, which is a fine & dandy feeling.
Lots of music in the lanes as usual, including one excellent and funky group of drummers and percussionists lurking by Infinity foods who appeared to be busking for the sheer joy of it. Sometimes Brighton can lift you up like no other place I've lived in. We bumped into Anton and David, his father in law. Anton briefly insulting my beard before we moved our separate ways.
Later in the afternoon went to Lewes, and the Lewes Arms to have an enjoyable drink with Matty boy and his nice sister Tash. I have mentioned the Lewes Arms here before. It is a great pub with lots of history. Matty was off to the traditional yearly reunion of head boys of his school. And heard more about his plans with Graeme and another guy to buy a second hand Rolls Royce. My suggestion that it should be sponsored by Rizla as it would be a joint roller fell on deaf ears. Tash looking incredibly fit and well, and she is training for the modern pentathlon and has set her heart on the next Olympics... Crikey. She is doing fencing, riding, swimming, running & shooting, and swimming. Made me feel exhausted just hearing about it.
From there Lorraine and I, eating on Tash's recommendation, went to a modest Indian restaurant called Chaula's Indian Cafe. The food however was splendid, really nice home made tasting food there, healthily cooked and full of fresh ingredients. Simply the best curry I've had for a good while.
Then chugging home on the train to be reunited with the gold sofa, and a hungry Calliope. In the course of the evening a strange all black cat melted in through the catflap. I'll have to turn on the magnetic bits now, so that only Calliope can enter. Later I went into my yard, and was surprised to see Calliope gleefully rushing this larger black cat. I think my little weasel will hold her own, especially when she gets older.
Slunk lazily out to buy fresh bread and the newspaper, which Lorraine and I ate toasted, munching happily on the gold sofa with the cat sitting happily between us. Only the thought of putting my cheque into the bank motivating me. However once in the throngs of shoppers in the North Laines felt energised and very cheery. Managed to buy several presents quite quickly, so suddenly I feel in control of Christmas shopping, which is a fine & dandy feeling.
Lots of music in the lanes as usual, including one excellent and funky group of drummers and percussionists lurking by Infinity foods who appeared to be busking for the sheer joy of it. Sometimes Brighton can lift you up like no other place I've lived in. We bumped into Anton and David, his father in law. Anton briefly insulting my beard before we moved our separate ways.
Later in the afternoon went to Lewes, and the Lewes Arms to have an enjoyable drink with Matty boy and his nice sister Tash. I have mentioned the Lewes Arms here before. It is a great pub with lots of history. Matty was off to the traditional yearly reunion of head boys of his school. And heard more about his plans with Graeme and another guy to buy a second hand Rolls Royce. My suggestion that it should be sponsored by Rizla as it would be a joint roller fell on deaf ears. Tash looking incredibly fit and well, and she is training for the modern pentathlon and has set her heart on the next Olympics... Crikey. She is doing fencing, riding, swimming, running & shooting, and swimming. Made me feel exhausted just hearing about it.
From there Lorraine and I, eating on Tash's recommendation, went to a modest Indian restaurant called Chaula's Indian Cafe. The food however was splendid, really nice home made tasting food there, healthily cooked and full of fresh ingredients. Simply the best curry I've had for a good while.
Then chugging home on the train to be reunited with the gold sofa, and a hungry Calliope. In the course of the evening a strange all black cat melted in through the catflap. I'll have to turn on the magnetic bits now, so that only Calliope can enter. Later I went into my yard, and was surprised to see Calliope gleefully rushing this larger black cat. I think my little weasel will hold her own, especially when she gets older.
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