under another sun

Slightly more energy today. A wee bit of writing, before Lorraine went off with her walking heads today, and Yvonne came around this morning, and drove us off to Newhaven in her mini car, where we had a cup of coffee on the Harbourside in the sunshine from a cafe called the Mamoosh Riverside. She told me in some detail about having had a splinter of glass in her eyeball, which had my toes curling. Lovely to see her however.  Once home, I wrote for a few hours till my still not fully functioning brain needed a break. Had a short walk down to the sea and popped into Morrisons momentarily.   Feeling suddenly antsy this evening, I walked Lorraine to her book group, and then bought a pint of Director's bitter in the Cinque Ports pub. Reading a book-length essay called  The Weird and the Eerie  by Mark Fisher, which was quite entertaining and discussed H.G.Wells's The Door in the Wall which is one of my favourite stories (and I have a poem loosely based on it in the Mariscat handful

Lorraine and I had a slow start to the day, then walked off to meet Pat and Maureen, and Pete and Charleen in the Wellington for lunch. Enjoyed chatting with Charleen who I don't know too well. She surprised me by saying she had been with a friend to Auschwitz recently on a visit to Poland. Pete and Charleen with lots to sort out, but things going well. Pete fully qualified as an electrician too recently. The Welly's owner Simon came out and was being very charming to Pat and Maureen.  Pete dropped off Pat and Maureen here and they had a snooze on the sofa and Lorraine drove them home again. Pete and Charleen went for a walk up Seaford Head. I lay low. Chatted with Mum and generally enjoyed a quiet evening. Not feeling tremendously energetic still. 

Low energy still. This afternoon Mariscat put up The Sampler on their website . But off this evening (after a judicious afternoon snooze) to Eastbourne, collected Pat and Maureen, and Delores and Lorraine drove us off to the theatre to see Vagabond Skies a musical about the life of Van Gogh.   We met James and Julie there too.  Lorraine and I had seen it as a kind of work in progress a few years ago, but now it was a full musical-length production. It really worked I think,  and the cast, directed by Sarah Dormandy did a great job. Richard Lock, playing Vincent, was excellent and the songs were strong. Obviously all our eyes on Beth, who played a prostitute, and in the second half had a solo as a Nun who was looking after Van Gogh. She did this really well. It is so great to see her on stage, doing what she loves so well. Home, and dropped off Delores, who had already seen it earlier in the week. She loved it, and was very kind and friendly to Pat and Maureen. Pat and Maureen had enjo

Lorraine tested negative this morning, thankfully. And much more cheerful as a result. I tested again, negative too. Despite starting similar symptoms a day before Lorraine, I never had a positive test. Maybe I imagined it all, although Lorraine insists I did, and my throat remains stubbornly sore. At lunchtime, after we'd potted about,  Lorraine dropped me at Osborne's fish and chips where I bought a pensioners fish and chips, two small pieces of fish and a tray of chips. Good value. Took this to Pat and Maureen who evidently enjoyed it. I sat in the window looking at the sea, Pat telling me to use the binoculars to look at everything. This is I can imagine endless fun, and Pat likes it.   In the evening, briefly to The Old Boot to see Steve and Freja who is briefly over. The pint of Harveys, my first pint for 11 days, smooth and soothing on my throat. Freja seemed in good spirits. Then we went home early and lay low. Still a long way to go before I feel my bounce returning.

A one step back after two steps forward day. Woke up at five, excited by the prospect of feeling better and being able to get on with things. Was at my desk at 7:30 and fiddling about with my writing, but I soon felt increasingly tired and sore throaty as the day went on. After a late breakfast, I sloped off to Morrisons and brought food for us. Felt a bit washed out afterwards, read more of my book A Natural History of Ghosts , which is a fairly fun. Also slept heavily this afternoon. Lorraine meanwhile, a bit frustrated as she tested positive for Covid again this morning but was feeling perkier at the end of the day. More The Silver Chair this evening, with the pessimistic but endearing and ultimately courageous character Puddleglum, a marsh-wiggle. It was a Puddleglum sort of day

A lovely card today from Janet Caulfield, thanking me for choosing her painting and subequently buying it. She said it was a big boost to her confidence. The painting fits in so well with what I am writing about at the moment, that I should be thanking her. Feeling decidedly more on the ball at last. Luckily so I interviewed a rather excellent American poet, Danez Smith, this afternoon over in Minnesota. I really liked them (Danez goes by they/them pronouns) and hopefully our conversation will turn into good interview when edited. Very relieved to get that one in the bag, for some reason it turned into a big deal in my head, and feeling washed out still made me a bit apprehensive. Lorraine much more energetic too although in danger of over doing it, in a  bit of a tidying frenzy, and playing piano and generally getting busy. She made sourdough for the pizza bases, and a tomato sauce for the tomatoey stuff, and she led the making of pizzas this evening, using olives and anchovies and ca

Improving today, with an accompanying antsy feeling. Lorriane lagging behind a little. Another blood oxygen test. Both of us in the pink. Chatted to Mum. Anton called too. I finished Virginia Woolf's memoir Sketch of the Past, interesting in all kinds of ways, but an incomplete account of her life of course, but interesting to me because of childhood memories. An actual short walk this afternoon. Down to the sea, which was wild and grey.  Felt a bit sore in the lung department, but otherwise okay. But ran out of gas quite soon.The view down Edinburgh road, which is not far from us. Windy and bracing. 

Having expected Brian not to come back from the vet yesterday and feeling very sad about it, having him back is a bit like living with a ghost, but one that continues to get under your feet in the kitchen. Seeing him fitting yesterday was traumatic. But there he is living another of his nine lives, and we are able to rumple his head still and he is hanging out like nothing happened.  The Covid rolls boringly on. During the pandemic, I bought a blood oxygen meter. It works by sticking your finger into a gadget. Lorraine wanted to use it this morning, and she was quite low, we did it again after she got up and it was fine. She has been feeling occasionally breathless. After she did it again, I tried and was a bit low, then switched fingers and the score improved. The last thing I need is a new way to be hyper vigilant.    I read Seven Brief Lessons on Physics , by Carlo Rovelli, which I found interesting. Finger on the pulse as ever,  I have some faint grasp on the theory of relativity,

This morning, Lorraine found some more Covid tests. Lorraine's positive, this time. She has all the classic symptoms. Mine negative again, so decided perkily this morning to do carry some things out of the house into the garage, water the glasshouse plants and feed the fish. This rapidly exhausting so I repaired to the sofa with Lorraine. And this just in from the self-pity news desk, my back has seized up too,  and I have shaved off my beard off, as it was irritating new sore patches on my face.  As we nicely settled, Brian had a horrible fit. It went on for at least a minute. We were quite sure we were witnessing his death. One of the worst things I've seen. Eventually, it passed, and he hid for a while under the sofa. He had thrashed about, and had torn out several claws which were dug in the carpet, so there was some blood too. Miraculously, he emerged a while later seeming fairly normal.   Lorraine fixed up an emergency vet appointment in Eastbourne, and had to ask Beth to

Everything on still on hold.  Lorraine and I unable to go to the barbecue James and Beth had planned for Julie's 60th birthday.  Quite bored now and aware of all the things I'd like to be doing, instead of feeling lifeless. This probably a good sign. Lorraine had this bug worse than me, and is still lagging behind. We did watch a bizarre film called Poor Things , starring Emma Stone, and it was unlike anything we'd seen. Surreal, fairy tale elements and with elements of Frankenstein, steampunk and deeply about the idea of personal freedom.   Also watched a football match, England versus Ireland. A dull two nil win for England in Dublin. Maybe I'm finally outgrowing footie.  Watching  Firefly again, a great SF series, that was very entertaining but cancelled after one series. Hopefully tomorrow will be a proper turning point.

Another day of haunting the house listlessly, feeling a bit poor. Lorraine worse today than yesterday. Spoke to Mum in the morning, and otherwise we lay low, moaning weakly and eating regularly. Charlotte finally got her copy of the sampler.  I started reading a book by Roger Clarke called A Natural History of Ghosts : 500 years of hunting for proof. Which was very interesting and described among other things recent ghost hunter, Andrew Green who visited a 'suicide house' in Montpellier Road with his dad when he was a kid, and felt when he was at the top of the tower that he wanted to throw himself off. He took a photo on the way afterwards, that afterwards when he had the photos back, seemed to have a ghostly face in it below.

Both Lorraine and I feeling lifeless and unwell this morning, Lorraine sounding a bit like Barry White. Quite a bit of Covid about at the moment so it was worth using up our last tests. Both negative. We slept in till ten, and dozed more this afternoon too. Steve texted to say he had a bug that floored him for a day, but is now repairing. I hope we have that one. I finished Carlo Rovelli's The Order of Time . Immediately ordered another short work by him, Seven Brief Lessons on Physics . Another chapter of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader after we'd crept off to bed.  Also attended an Understory Conversation, which required me to sit in front of my screen and listen mostly. which was, as ever, interesting. I posted to Mariscat Sampler to Charlotte a week ago, from the post office with a first class stamp, which has never arrived. It adds to a list of wifi, trains, buses etc and other things linked to communication that have been a bit haywire lately. Astrologers would call it Me

A good morning's writing, despite the wifi being rather than looking up things quickly on the internet.  I am reading an amazing book at the moment called The Order of Time , by a physicist called Carlo Rovelli. He writes beautifully, even poetically, and is unafraid to use metaphor to make developments in the understanding of time graspable. I am finding my mind blown by some of the concepts in there, that have been common knowledge in science circles, even though I have to read it chapter at a time.  In the afternoon Lorraine having returned from rhyme time, and then eating pies with her mum and dad in the Church Lane tea room. We went next door to have a cup of tea and some nice chocolate and ginger biscuits with Jim and Joy, we sat in the garden and had a nice chat. We really like our neighbours, and Jim is an avid reader so I gave him copy of the Mariscat Sampler.   However after about an hour the area of concern  detected raindrops pinging off my scalp and we came home to fis

The pesky wifi down again today, but came on again in the afternoon. A problem affecting the whole street. Otherwise excited by the clarity I have about my time/memory poetical project. Hope this optimism lasts and that I can write well enough to realise the new concept I have.   Lorraine scooted off to her personal trainer this morning, and I went to the gym this afternoon, listening to podcasts about the rise of the far right in Germany (what could possibly go wrong). Having to push myself physically, as I had little gas in the tank. Home for a quiet evening in, and an early night. We are getting towards the end of the Voyage of the Dawn Treader now.

Lorraine out helping Pat and Maureen for much of the day. I had a quiet day of writing and thinking, just want I wanted. This sort of thing exciting and interesting for me, it doesn't much make for blog fodder. I called Mum this morning, and the wifi went dead. No wifi this afternoon or evening. Luckily however we were going out this evening as it was Anton's birthday. I also belatedly sent Bob a card too, as it was his birthday too. Chris came around to service the boiler too, had a long chat with him. I had to summon him back shortly afterwards as the carbon monoxide alarm went off above the boiler. But he checked all his workings, and sniffed about with his CO monitor and couldn't find anything, and it didn't go off again.  I managed to lose my Berghaus recently, so we forged out into a fine soaking rain, just missed a bus by the station, and went to get a faster bus, of which there were none. Twenty minutes at the bus stop, so we were going to be late for the meal w

A day of lurking happily at home with Lorraine. We did pond business, as the top pool had some kind of leak, so we lined it with pond liner. A tricky business, which Lorraine did more than me having more flexibility. I washed the sludge out of the filters in rainwater. Lurked about indoors over lunchtime as the sun was very hot, then I did a spot of lawn mowing, and we harvested lots of our potatoes, which are the pink fur apple variety. Lovely stuff. Raked them out of a raised bed with my hands, which was curiously very satisfying. Also tomatoes to be picked and so on. It is brilliant being able to grow decent amounts of our own food. A gigantic spider off the wall by the bed tonight, which I removed using a pint glass and pouring the arachnid out of the window.