Poetic plotting

Our own bed. Wonderful.  I'd missed my tempur pillow. That may be the most middle aged thing I have ever written on this blog. Started the new gout pills, but warily as they may trigger an attack as they start to dump the uric acid out of the system. Keeping my fingers crossed.

Off to Lewes late this morning to Robin's house. Lewes looking particularly fine in the sun. Talked for a couple of fruitful hours planning the pamphlet launches, and the future structure of Telltale press. We have launches in Lewes, Brighton and The Poetry Cafe in London at the end of September and October. It's so refreshing to be working with Robin as she is purposeful, businesslike and wants to get things achieved. I'm delighted about the whole thing.

Home in the afternoon, chatting about some freelance work that I might be doing next week. And generally staying cool, as it was sweltering and thundery this afternoon. When Lorraine back from work and we talked to an estate agent. The shamanic healing woman from whom we are trying to buy the new house shows no signs of finding a place to move into yet. Experience has taught us not to expect these things to be straightforward, but I can't help hoping that just for once it went smoothly.

Spoke to Anton whose three cats are all ill with a virus, and he had to take them separately to the vets as he only has one basket.

A noisy party going on in a nearby garden, and Lorraine and I slipped off to the Shahi. Dr Rahmen has started his new job in Birmingham and is loving it. Just doing the odd shift now at the restaurant as he returns at the weekend to see his wife who is just completing her PhD, and his baby daughter.

Home to watch episodes of The Wire.

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