under another sun

A little rain overnight. A little time in the garden for Lorraine, and in the studio I picked up my pencils and did some drawing for fun. Innis and Rosie came around this afternoon, dropping off Pippi, and going around to see Beth and James. Lorraine, Pippi and I went around to Palo and Martin's house, to look at their lovely garden, which they had opened for the day, and Palo's lovely paintings. Lovely to see Palo again, and I really liked some of her new work.  While mooching in the garden, I was holding Pippi's lead, and surprising how many people start talking to you because you happen to be sporting a nice cockapoo. Soon we were back home and Rosie and Innis were sitting in the garden. We drove off to the Plough and Harrow, for a late Sunday lunch. I decided to eat Sunday lunch like an Englishman. Roast beef washed down with a couple of pints of Long Man, from the brewery across the lane. Very nice food. And lovely to catch up with Rosie and Innis. My lightning app goi...

Lorraine off to do Story Time, I did some writing. Then Lorraine arrived with Beth Silwia still here and delighted to see the baby. We hung out in the garden for a while. Young Enzo well behaved and when not sleeping eating constantly.  Good to see with my own eyes how well Beth is doing. Later, I went out for a longish walk in the afternoon. A beautiful day, and I walked at northern edge of Seaford, sometimes on the edge of the fields. Gorgeous golden corn and a beautiful blue sky. In the evening, off to the Boot for food and. few drinks. Today Chris and his friend Julie, Andy, Guy, and Carole were there.  Below Enzo being burped, and the blue and gold of corn in glowing black and white.

Up and off to see Mum this morning. During the journey I finished reading The Sunken Land Begins to Rise Again , by M. John Harrison which I think is a fine book highly enigmatic and haunting, and much of it set in my old stomping ground in West London.  A bus from Mill Hill the short hop to Edgware, and such a beautiful day. I sat on the top deck, and felt a moment of unalloyed happiness looking at the children's drawing style puffy white clouds and deep blue sky. Feeling strangely free today. I found mum in good spirits, having had a busy day yesterday. She has managed to sort out a call with the tax people to do her accounts next Tuesday. Also the woman who comes to clean a bit, and the gardeners came yesterday. We drove off to the Waggon and Horses and had a chat with Paul at the bar, and some food. She asked about Gordon Road, and I told her what it was all about, and how it had been sparked in part by her remembering the name of the street, Gordon Road, where my paternal gran...

Lorraine and I got up late. I did some editing this morning, and for the first time this year sent out a couple of poems and did a final brush down of Gordon Road. As Paul Valéry said, 'A poem is never finished, only abandoned'. I am more than ready now to leave it in a basket and sprint off. In the afternoon, which was very hot, Lorraine and I did some more stuff in the studio, Lorraine working on her pinch pot, and me trying to charcoal her while moving. Not so great. But we sat there listening to a classical music CD and sipping tea, and feeling pleased with ourselves.  A bit of gardening today too. Pulled up the garlic bulbs which lorraine wove together to dry. Also many beetroots and some radishes. The cucumbers are going gangbusters too, we're already had about six or seven of them. And the seagull barely screamed at me today, and didn't dive at me once. We keep an eye on each other, and it definitely crossed his mind to have a go when I was bringing the washing i...

Pat and Maureen taken by Lorraine to see Enzo. Obviously they loved seeing their little great grandson. And the fact that Enzo's middle name is Patrick after Pat, also wonderful.  Otherwise a day in the studio and garden with Lorraine, and in my study this morning. Photos taken by Beth.

Feeling a bit meh due to the shingles jab I think. My arm is the most painful it has ever been after a jab, Really hot and inflamed and my whole upper arm is sensitive to touch. A blood test this morning, but was in and out in two flicks of a vampire's cloak. Otherwise a bit of ineffectual writing this morning. Just not on it today. Lorraine and I managed to make a bit of progress in the garage and we scooted off to the tip again with a load of drawers and broken bits of cupboards and so on. Could easily have just slept this afternoon, but really needed to have achieved something. And we did. Lorraine and I to The Old Boot Inn this evening. We met Steve, Andy, Chris, back from Dubai, brought his friend Julie, a warm friendly Irish woman who within minutes was reciting W.B.Yeats for the win. Also Debbie, who I am getting to know and finding very nice.  Friday's revolving cast of rebooters is great.  Ate a fish pie there, with too many peas. 

Over breakfast, a call from Maureen about Pat's catheter which was playing up and making him uncomfortable. Lorraine, rather fancying a quiet morning, had to zoom off.  In contrast, I had a three hour portrait masterclass. Melissa drew a self portrait in the first hour, after explaining certain principles, talking us through her process. Then we all stood at easels, and I used my charcoal pencils, and did drawings of two models. Somehow the timings went awry, so we spent most of our time on one model, and I had only 15 mins on the second one. I captured a likeness but so much to learn. It was my first go, however. Adele and Debbie there. Adele bullying me by deliberately getting in my way when we were hustling for position with the easels.   A shingles jab, next. The young nurse kept calling me lovely... thanks lovely... please sit down lovely... Last time I had my shingles jab I felt slightly peculiar afterwards so they told me to wait for 10 minutes. Anton sent me a news ite...

Lorraine off to be with Beth.  James had to travel to London for his first day in the new job. He got up with the sparrows, this morning and got there almost two hours early.   I spent all day indoors waiting for the irritating electrician. He never did showed up, and Lorraine was unable to reach him. Luckily I was writing, looking and thinking about the stuff Robin had said to me the day before.  A nice chat with Anton. He has a very bad knee, but otherwise cheery. Made him laugh telling him about the seagull on the roof that flies at me raging as soon as it sees me. Later I walked over to Squirrel's End to be with Beth and Lorraine, and held little Enzo while he was dozing happily. Lovely little chap. Beth much brighter, and sitting downstairs with Lorraine and the baby when I arrived. Then after chatting with Beth, and holding the baby, Lorraine and I zoomed off to Moon of India to get a takeaway, as Beth had really fancied something a bit spicy. Lorraine and I pushed ...

Lorraine off to the gym this morning, when she came home I cooked a largish lunch for us, as I would only be snacking later. Then Lorraine off to Squirrel's End. James to start his new job tomorrow.  Met Robin in The Depot at Lewes, had cups of tea and Robin gave me some feedback on Gordon Road. Really useful for me, and a few things to think about, as well as a sprinkling of proofing catches and a few small cuts. Then we made off by train to Haywards Heath and jumped on a train and found SJB, and we travelled up to London Bridge and then Greenwich. Lots of talk about babies, and AI and much more (too much for some fellow passengers who moved huffily away). Sarah also showed us her wonderful SUNY book 'Mary Barnard: Complete Poems and Selected Translations', which she edited and is just published. A very handsome thing indeed, and a culmination of huge amounts of work.  We arrived early and popped into a nearby pub for a half, and a sort through of papers and so on. Then to...

Getting some questions together for an interview Robin and I will be doing next week, and a bit of prep for the reading tomorrow. Popped over with Lorraine to give Enzo a cuddle and to see Beth. Beth bed based at the moment, still recovering from the c-section, three days ago. Beth doing well, but Lorraine always says that the third day after anything medical is always a challenge.  I loved looking at Enzo's face and into his eyes, wondering if anything he sees makes any sense. It's all a rather mysterious business, and amazing to think that Beth was still carrying him on Friday morning.   Then I slipped off to the gym. Trundling on the cross trainer, a steady somewhat dubious clicking coming from my knee. Then home again to be there in time for the delivery of a new hob. A relaxed evening with Lorraine, who took the snaps below. 

Awake early, with thunder rolling in the distance, but only a light, brief downpour here. Then someone trouser called Lorraine at about 5:30 and I was awake from then on. A quiet interlude, Lorraine and I down in the garage, sorting and tidying for a while. It is beginning to take shape as a place we can do crafty arty things in now that all the shelves are made. We need another trip to the dump though. Lorraine went to Squirrel's End to be with Beth and the baby while James had a much needed sleep. Beth after the c-section has to move very carefully, and is still on painkillers. The Midwife visited this morning, however, and reassured them that everything was going well.  Meanwhile I sat by the sea. Felt a bit restless but the walk helped. Beth sent me a message that she wants me to come and cuddle Vincenzo soon. All is well. Below Lorraine and I were having breakfast, playing Wordle etc. and I snapped these vases of dried flowers we have in our kitchen. 

After the momentous events of yesterday, a sort of aftermath day. Lorraine full of cheery energy, so we I continued the grand projet  of the garage. We filled up the car with more stuff for the recycling dump, and stopped off at Squirrel's End where Lorraine fed Mickey the cat, who left a welcoming dead mouse by the front door. Then to the dump and home.  Beth and James home with the baby late this afternoon, all well. More photos today, all very lovely. I cooked hot curry, with a thousand veggies and chicken in it. Early to bed. 

Lorraine and I trying to keep busy this morning as Beth was going to have a c-section this morning. Lorraine went off to do Story Time in the Library, I did a few bits of writing and so on, while Simon the roofer came around and replaced the rotting roof on the summer house in the garden. He worked very hard and fast in the heat, and did a good job.  Before he finished however, we were summoned by James. Lorraine had returned from the Library, and both of us were getting antsy. The baby was born at 11:19, however, and everyone doing well. One job first: Lorraine and I bought a pensioner's double of fish and chips and took them around to Pat and Maureen -- then we drove to Brighton.  Found a place to park nearby, and made our way via two lifts to the ward. I felt quite anxious for some reason. It is novel going into hospital for a nice reason. We had to wait in the corridor for a bit. We could hear a crying baby, and then James emerged carrying his little baby on his shoulder, ...

Slept heavily after yesterday's massage. Another day on tenterhooks. Beth being induced and so on. Lorraine and I spent the day thinking she was going to go into labour at any moment. I can't really imagine what it will be like for Beth and James.  After doing some writing this morning, rather a good morning where I am having a few ahah moments. Pottered off the gym for a bit today, but having twinged my lower back earlier in the week I took it fairly easy on the cross trainer.  Very hot day and we are in a heatwave.  In the afternoon some work in the garage, and I built another of the metal shelving units. Only one more to go now. Pouring with sweat doing it. Then to meet Messrs H and H in the Evening Star. Telling them about the imminent birth. Lots of sagacious fatherly advice and a rather too graphic description of cutting the umbilical cord with a tiny pair of scissors from Peter.  We went to Fatto a Mano for a cheeky pizza, and went to the Green Dragon, a Brigh...

Lorraine off to rhyme time. After some writing, I went into Brighton and saw Jewel for a massage at Sundial. I'd not seen Jewel for a few years. Lovely freewheeling chat with her while she sorted out areas of evil in my back. Much of it about babies at the moment.  Home, and feeling pleasantly roughed up, and strangely sleepy. Had a bit of a quiet afternoon and feel deeply asleep for ten minutes, and then felt strangely emotional. This always seems to happen to me after a massage.   A general feeling of unreality at the moment. Waiting for the big event ...  Often thinking about Beth and James. Lorraine went to be with Beth in hospital. Beth experienced cramping today but the baby's not ready for its curtain call quite yet. Beth still in good spirits however. 

An electrician came around first thing this morning, we have two lights on the blink, and are going to replace the hob as it has a tendency to spontaneously turn itself off. The electrician instantly got my back up by talking over me when I was talking to Lorraine. Lorraine smoothed it out a little, but I suspect that particular sparky and I will never be close.  After breakfast, Lorraine off to her personal trainer. I wrote a little, but found myself not able to concentrate so I went to the gym which helped, and I was able to focus a bit better later.  Beth went into hospital today, and was kept in to be induced. Lorraine especially a bit on tenterhooks because of this. However by the end of the day there was no news. But Beth cheery and comfortable, and James with her. The Tobster's birthday today, he's off to a Brazilian restaurant this evening and sounding cheery. He was rather attracted by the idea of Beth having her baby on his birthday. She didn't however, and was ke...

A morning of action. Got up early, and sent off the first two parts of Gordon Road , to Long Poem Magazine. Then had breakfast with Lorraine, looking at my mail, which included the last two copies of the Sampler One from Mariscat with a nice note from Hamish the editor. Another letter told me how to claim my state pension, and my replacement Lamy pen arrived.   Had a good morning's work. Lorraine off to see Pat and Maureen, and brought them back for lunch. Then Lorraine went to the dentist, with Maureen as they both had appointments. I went for a long walk this afternoon, taking some photos with my proper camera. Spoke to Beth briefly, who'd seen the midwife today. All well.  Home, and Pat and Maureen in the garden. Maureen told me very sweetly that the best thing that ever happened was Lorraine and I meeting each other.  Later Lorraine and I mooched down to the seafront again, stopping at Osbourne's fish and chips en route. We ate fish and shared chips in the evening sun...

Another beautiful sunny day. I did some writing in the morning, and Lorraine machined some curtains, made bread and played piano among other things.  The afternoon given over to driving over to the tip, with lots of stuff from the garage. House-poo done, we went around to see Beth and James and had coffee in her back garden as jackdaws chuckled, and Mickey the cat zoomed about. Beth doing well, but very keen to have the baby, given that the due date was Monday and it's now Sunday.  Home again, and we worked more in the garage. I built another shelving unit, and Lorraine did gardening of all kinds while I got to work with a rubber hammer, and had percussive fun bashing the metal. This done, I cooked and we had dinner watching the film Conclave , a drama about the politics of electing a Pope. Rather interesting movie, and we both liked it. Below shelving units. Assembled rather well even if I say so myself. We have two more of them, and we are going to put everything on them. Be...

Up after not a great night's sleep. It was still hot after the thunder moved on, and my idea of drinking rum and coke when I got home didn't help either. A leisurely breakfast, and then Lorraine and I went to the garage and worked again at the huge task of sorting it all out. It was good to have a day at home to do this. I built, with Lorraine's help two large metal shelving units from an outfit called Big Dug, like assembling a Meccano set, and took the motley collection of cupboards etc down, and Lorraine and I dragged things about, and Lorraine put things in storage boxes. Now we have a garage full of the new things plus all the old things. But it felt like progress. And I always am pleased with myself when I can do something practical without making a hash of it. Lunch outside too. All well.  We decided to watch Forrest Gump this evening, one of Lorraine's pals expressing amazement that we'd not seen it. I had my reservations, but Tom Hanks did an excellent job ...

Up early and wanting to write this morning. Lorraine scampering to be with Maureen when she took a medical call.  Writing some bits and pieces, and seeing if Gordon Road can be built into my bigger collection and so on. Wrote to Mariscat recently asking for more copies of the Sampler , but they are able to send me only two copies. This suggests the print run was minimal. It does mean that if I put some of the poems from that into a fuller MS most people won't have seen them. Then off to the gym, where I did quite an enthusiastic session on the cross trainer, but the weight machines were all clogged up with geezers, so I cut my losses and sloped home in the heat.  Lorraine and I had a rather idyllic afternoon, lounging outside under the big parasol.  Rebooting tonight. We met Helen and Andy, Matthew and Andy for a drink. Just as I was sitting down the Tobster called. He's secured a pied-à-terre in Toronto for when he resumes teaching.  After a couple of burgers and a...

To Hampstead with Mum today. Finished Epitaph for a Spy by Eric Ambler. Outside my usual reading ambit, but fun nevertheless. A really easy journey for me, though Mum's train had to be taken out of service. I met her at Hampstead station and toddled all the way down Flask Walk, round the back of a school full of children in the playground demonstrating their healthy lungs. Into The Old White Bear which is one of our new haunts. In the Old White Bear a table full of posh theological students nearby, the most valuable wearing red trousers and a wide brimmed hat. Being God focused clearly not irreconcilable with being a dandified fop -- which I liked. Mum and I were talking about art, and I was reminding her of painting and artwork she did when she was younger and we were living in Neasden, for example a tall totem pole made out of vertebrae, a nail picture of the sun and moon and swirling stars. I remember her hammering many nails into an old door and spraying gold and silver onto i...

Morning and lying in bed I could hear a clear peeping from a baby gull or two on the roof.   Beth update: she is feeling fine and the baby will come in its own time. A day of making further changes to Gordon Road , then I sent it off to Robin, who agreed to have a squint at it for me. A van parked in our drive and a man offloaded a pallet of self assembly metal shelving units. I said I wanted them out the back, and he said that he wasn't insured for that, and we were lucky he put it on our drive and not on the street. There was a brief free exchange of ideas, but there was not much I could do about it. Turned out once Lorraine looked at all the stuff that had been delivered, there was a bit missing, which will come at another time. I used my trolley and took it all through the garden to the garage in half an hour. The hateful gull fortunately not around to fly at me while I did so. Lorraine came back from going to her personal trainer and seeing Penny. She did some gardening, I lur...

Up and doing last bits on Gordon Road this morning, I want to make it good, but I don't want to tweak it to death. Then I took myself off just after noon to the gym, and did a fairly decent workout there. Lorraine brought Pat and Maureen back to sit in the back garden, and Beth came too. Today was her due date but she's relaxed about it, and doesn't want to get into the mindset that the baby is somehow late.  I prepped a little bit for the reading, had a catnap and a shower. Robin came to collect me, but only after Maureen had told me off for having dirty glasses, and cleaned them for me. Took some tupperware with food in it, and Robin parked on the little bridge in the middle of Arundel, and we had a sort of picnic on a little green by the river looking at black headed gulls, and a man with a very old dog. I had forgot to pack a fork, but felt a wave of love for Lorraine as I opened it up to find she'd packed one. Robin and I walked through the streets of Arundel, whic...

The gull on the roof still giving me dog's abuse whenever I set foot outside the house. Lorraine heard some peeping noises of a baby gull this morning, however.  Lorraine and I went off to Brighton this evening to see a movie called The Salt Path , with Jason Isaacs and Gillian Anderson at the Duke of York's. Nice to be in the cinema, and we quite enjoyed the film, which had the protagonists walking the coastal path in Cornwall and Devon, in bleak circumstances. They had been made homeless, had no money, and the husband had been diagnosed with a rare brain disease. It all ends well though. Gillian Anderson is very watchable even when looking bleak. After we went to the Shahi, where we'd not been for a long time together. Lorraine, especially, given a Queen's welcome by one of the staff who still remembered our orders. Felt happy to be in there again. Lots of memories in that restaurant. Home on the train.  Gillian Anderson in The Salt Path. And a cucumber flower.

A free day. Rainy but nice. Rain dodged in the garden this morning. And spent time in the garage, organising things and beginning the project to clear it out and store things properly. We ordered some racks and so on for the garage to bring efficiency and order to the chaos. Dog's abuse from the gull on the roof, who dives at me especially and shrieks at me from the moment I walk out into the garden. The gull also had a go at Brian, yarping horribly at him, and flying at him.   In the evening we rain dodged down to Gino's just around the corner. I had booked tickets for us at the Duke of York's cinema, but luckily Lorraine had discovered that I'd actually booked it for tomorrow instead like a numpty. A lovely pizza and salad at Gino's however. And it felt fun for just the two of us to be going out.  Below, Lorraine is the poster girl for volunteering locally.  Andrew contacted me the other day, saying that my wife was all over the internet. Also bees in a purple pop...

Up early and at my desk. This morning I finally finished the second draft of Gordon Road . Almost done now. The next draft will only be a matter of polishing punctuation, the poem's form and upgrading the occasional word. Allowed myself a measure of cheer about it.   Had breakfast with Lorraine we often do Wordle over our boiled eggs in the morning. Sometimes, when there's more time Lorraine also does Murdle which is a logic game when you work out who a murderer was. I've been struggling with Wordle this week. Yesterday the word was DATUM and I didn't get it. Lorraine did. She is better at Worldle than me I think.  Silwia comes for three hours on Friday morning to clean and she is very sweet. She talks to Brian a lot, and she and Lorraine hug when she comes in, and she curtseys sometimes which I don't think I've seen anyone else do in real life. She seems a little bit nervous of me, probably I am typing in my study Jack Nicholson in The Shining when she's he...

Another busy seeming day. Up and off to drawing class in the morning. Our model today was a woman from Mumbai. Adele and I were chatting in the break about how much more fun it felt to draw people who aren't skinny and perfect looking. My own drawings all curates eggs, but I did do one in the two minute poses at the beginning that I quite liked. We always start with these quick poses and I inevitably make a hash of them. Then home, a bit of faffing about, then it was time for the Understory. However as Robin sent me the podcast at exactly the same moment as the Understory session started. My manners were terrible for my fellow poets, I was eating noodles, had prepared nothing and had to make my excuses after an hour. To do some editing and blurb writing. We managed to get the podcast, featuring Robin's interview with Erica McAlpine. The second I'd finished this, a quick change and into the car with Robin. We drove to Crawley where there was a presentation and a bit of a par...

A great night's sleep. Tidied the kitchen, made breakfast, then prepared for a recording with Robin, discussing poetry about vampires, John Keats, Hope Mirrlees, and Father's Day. All went well and we had some fun. The publisher's publicist wrote to me about the Vampire book, wondering if we could delay covering it till a bit later in the year, but it was already done by then.  I am going to be a last minute replacement reader, in a poetry reading in Arundel with Robin next Monday, which is Beth's due date. Then I sloped off to Pomegranate to meet Lorraine and Pat and Maureen for an early lunch. Maureen ended up giving me half hers, luckily she had the same,  sourdough bread with smashed avocado with smoked salmon sprinkled with seeds and chilli flakes. Actually a prefect little lunch. Maureen always takes her hearing aid out in the cafe, so we communicate with her by pulling faces and bellowing. Then back home to work on Gordon Road -- a really good session and made a ...

Lorraine off this morning to take Pat and Maureen to a celebration of life, for Pat's cousin Tony, who I met only once many years ago, in the Isle of Sheppy. They stayed overnight to make things easier. So I had the day to myself. I went to the gym, then in the afternoon went to Lewes. Charlotte was having a birthday party for local poet pals. Twelve guests in all, including mutual pals Robin, SJB, Stephen Bone and Janet Sutherland. I'd never been to Charlotte's place before. I met a poet with purple hair lost like me, and we found our way to the door, was let in by Pete, Charlotte's husband, and climbed up a flight of stairs, then outside, up a zigzag path in the garden and then found ourselves on the top of a mound, overlooking all of Lewes and the downs beyond. A rather magical place that can only be accessed through Charlotte's house. It was there we all read a poem (except Robin) and had a poetic altogethery time.   There was an immediate calamity however. Ther...

Up early to work on Gordon Road, then have breakfast with Lorraine. She zoomed off to do her pottery, and I sloped round the corner to life drawing. For some reason I did everything badly in the first half, producing my worst work yet. A lovely chat with Melissa who runs the sessions at half time, and decided it was okay to not excel, and ended up doing much better in the second half. Adele there with her own stool, a drum stool bought in the US with a Captain America style star on it. Stylish. Home and back onto Gordon Road for an hour or so. Made some decisions. Lorraine back from pottery but only long enough to grab a tupperwear of apples, nuts and cheese she'd asked for before taking Pat and Maureen back to Eastbourne for a medical appointment and some shopping. A bite to eat, then I went to the gym. My knee held up well, though a little swollen afterwards. On the way there I passed the pond, where there was a lively argument going on between a seagull and a heron. Usual seagul...

A decent night's sleep in Edgware and as Mum had some avocados we had avocados on toast for breakfast. Then we decided to head for Hampstead. Not been on that train ride for some time. We got off at Golder's Green and we caught a bus a few stops up the hill to Golder's Hill Park, where we'd spent lots of time when I was young. Mum didn't remember much about it, but we walked a little about the little walled garden, and met a squirrel who I pretended to have food to give it so it came very close. It was almost tame, and was irritated I had nothing and was leaping up onto the fence very close to me, then ran about near us, to the point we almost felt bullied by it. A quick wander over to see some red deer, and look into a cage where there were a pair of kookabarras, who were noisily doing their call which I'd never heard in real life before. Then a bus up to Whitestone pond, and we wandered down to The Old White Bear again, to enjoy a cold drink, as it had got ver...

To Edgware this morning. Feeling at a low ebb of energy, but hopping from crowded train to crowded train, reading a bit more of  A Memoir of my Former Self by Hilary Mantel. A rich, highly intelligent, and slightly cantankerous personality shows through. I enjoyed her Reith Lectures, contained in this volume. The spit of rain in Seaford got heavier the further north, and was full on pelting by Mill Hill.  To mum's had a cup of tea, then off in the rain to The Waggon and Horses. The pub quiet and post weekendish, but Steve and Paul frowning over a laptop in their corner of the bar.  We ate our usual foods, All day breakfast to share with the birds and foxes for Mum, and chicken shish for me. Home again, and a quiet couple of hours in which I looked at some SF books I had bought in the seventies, I even remembered where I'd bought one of them from. Then had some dinner and watched M*A*S*H, episodes I'd never seen and quite enjoyed. Mum creeping out after dark to feed the fo...

Working all morning on Gordon Road, tinkering, and pruning. Requiring brainwork.  A relaxed afternoon, Lorraine went off to see the poet Hollie McNish in Brighton with Rosie and two other pals and I snuck off to the Old Boot where there were Adele and Patrick, Chris and Matthew. A low key evening till Delores arrived. She told us about a horrible experience she had in the week involving a rescue cat. The cat became immediately ill with a cold, Delores phoned the cat rehoming people and told them about it, then took the cat to the vet the next morning, where the cat rehoming people decided to try to physically seize back the cat. There were unseemly scenes at the vets. Police were called.  Luckily Delores was shaken but okay, and her money was refunded but the cat is back with the dodgy cat people. This story told, and much sympathy shown by us all. Minus Matthew, who'd had a stent put in last week and now feels great. We repaired to the Cinque Ports where Delores enjoyed a cou...

At work on Gordon Road first thing. Lots to digest and think about after my conversations with Charlotte and Steve but feeling optimistic that I could sort it. Lorraine zoomed off to Eastbourne to do a morning's pottery. At elven I was collected by Yvonne and we hopped into her mini and went to Mamoosh in Newhaven. A good chat and some coffee. She's full of good advice about grandchildren and the importance of dinosaurs. Apparently her two grandsons do a good deal of roaring when they come back from the Dinosaur Safari, at nearby Paradise Park in Newhaven.  In the afternoon Lorraine and I pressed on with sorting out the spare room, so it works as a guest room and  as Lorraine's knitting and sewing domain.  In the evening to Brighton where I met Anton at the Signalman. And a curate's egg of news to catch up on. We also talked about AI. Anton apprehensive about how it will develop. Then we nostalgically popped into the Joker and had some chicken wings -- sadly not the ...

A good day for me. Up fairly early and tinkering, before breakfast with Lorraine. Actually raining today in Seaford.  Strapped on my neoprene knee, and Brian collected me for a walk in Friston Forest. Brian had already been for a swim and had been up since six. Always lots to talk about, with Marley the dog zooming after sticks, and we tree bathed in the green light. The earth very dry, although there was some fine rain, and it had been raining overnight a little. I always enjoy how Brian is unafraid to talk about the big stuff, like death and religion and art and so on -- and of course we have a laugh too.  Collecting Yvonne and Sebastian, Brian then gave me a lift back, before they went off to look at dinosaurs in the afternoon. Lorraine back, and we snatched a bit of lunch together, between rhyme time, and her having to go round to be with Pat and Maureen, as they waited for the nurse to come and sort out his blocked catheter. Poor Patrick had been in some discomfort. I mad...