Glass half full

Lorraine off today for physiotherapy on her back, and then in the afternoon some pilates one-to-one session, from a teacher that Tasha had recommended to her. Lorraine says the pilates person said that her problems were all down to her feet, and that they needed regular massaging. By me.

While Lorraine was out I hobbled down to the viaduct and picked up a nice piece of pale blue glass we had created by Stephanie the glassmaker.  It is a pale blue curved piece with bobbles and streaks and is rather beautiful and we have put it on the ledge of a high window on our staircase so the light can shine through in the afternoon.

Hobbled back up the hill and sat in the garden, reading and writing a new poem, in a style which is a bit of a departure for me. Then had a long sleep on the sofa for I was feeling weirdly tired and my foot was a bit hurty.

Off nevertheless into town to meet Matt in the Basketmakers, where I heroically shunned beer. Matt in pretty good form, mad for working on the allotment and off to see his new boyfriend. Irish Tom, Bryn, and John O'Shea also hanging about cheerily at the bar.  Home straight after as my foot needed a rest. Phoned Mum to say we'd be over tomorrow, and then simply watched a bit more of Glastonbury on TV.

Stopped off to buy some fish and chips just before they closed at 8.00pm from the local chippy called Jenny's. Nice guy in there who gave us extra everything, not that we could eat it all when we got home. He has a splendid range of Pukka Pies advertising in the shop. I love the one below. How the woman in her little black dress and the man in the sharply pressed trousers in the leather interior of the car and so happy to be sharing a pie and chips.




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