Unghoulish

Rainy and stormy Tuesday. And an unghoulish halloween, although our neighbour Stephanie's grandchildren from across the way arrived (by prior agreement) trick or treating. I leave Lorraine to do this sort of thing.

Lorraine out to her gym, and also having a Covid jab. I had a much better day, focused on writing this morning, and managed to get a few poems sent off, as well as doing a bit of editing on the latest podcast episode.  Thoughts also in Guernsey for a time and I'm hoping to re-collect all my Guernsey poems, with the several others that have been published about the island since the emergence of A Guernsey Double. 

Nipped out after lunch for a stroll along by the sea, in an interlude when it wasn't raining. Watching one of the big earth movers, clanking up and down, levelling the shingle to protect the beach. 

Home and a carpenter called Andy was here, to discuss a few jobs. Including sorting out my study, which would be amazing. 

In the news, the Covid inquiry finds that Johnson was saying he was happy for the old to die, among other stuff. It is finding what everyone now knows: Johnson's premiership was poisonous and utterly incompetent. 

Wrote a poem today that works well. Cooked dinner, Lorraine off to the book club, I happy to stay indoors, recording a new sentence to drop into the opening of the podcast, fiddling with poems, and writing emails.