Ashford boomerang

Very hot this morning. Lorraine up early, before doing a boomerang trip to Ashford to collect Pat and Maureen. I stayed at home, full of half ideas, which I sketched down. (So lucky to be able to do this) and then went to the gym after avocado on toast for lunch, listening to the Leading podcast. 

Hurrah for the postie. I had sent away for a second hand book (a pocket sized Penguin Little Black Classics of The Sandman by E.T.A. Hoffmann, a horror classic discussed by Freud) using the wrong house number. It was still correctly delivered. Astonishing in this day and age. Also took delivery of some teeshirts for generously proportioned gentlemen, and six bottles of wine I got half price. 

A low sea mist settled over Seaford halfway through the day. A relief of pleasant cooler temperatures. Lorraine arrived with Pat and Maureen seeming a tad frazzled. Maureen had left a case of her clothes in Ashford. Contracts and so on to sign for Pat and Maureen tomorrow, and they are going back to the flat. Maureen said, on the car ride down, What if I don't like it?

A quiet evening in and a large salad for dinner. Pat and Maureen watching Heartbeat, I mooched about doing ironing and so on, and picked up the threads of The Invisible Man on Audiobook.

I looked at the stars this evening in the back garden, but saw none of the Perseid shower. To bed, another hot night. Lorraine and I started on The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Funny how the language used by the children in the story e.g. 'prig' flashed me unnoticed at the time. Nobody I knew at the time ever called anyone a prig. In fact I just had to look it up... a self-righteously moralistic person who behaves as if they are superior to others.