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A disrupted day. The plasterers came this morning, and a quiet young man called Adam plastered the wall in the spare room. I worked in the kitchen. Did some admin things, including emailing the editor of Poetry Salzburg, and David Longhorn of Supernatural Tales. 

Lorraine off to do Rhyme Time, then took Pat and Maureen shopping. With Pat and Maureen in tow, Lorraine drove me off early in the afternoon to Newhaven Polyclinic where I had my abdominal aortic aneurysm screening. Apparently my abdominal aorta is unlikely to explode like an appalling balloon. I arrived ten minutes early and was out in less than ten minutes. The women doing it, a nurse with a reassuring bedside manner, and someone from the vascular health department all good.   

Then a long stand in the rain in Newhaven waiting for Lorraine, and Pat and Maureen to collected me. 

Home, and I did a bit of writing, then we drove Pat and Maureen back to their flat, which had a carpet laid in the front room. Lorraine and I carried the stuff back in and reorganised things for an hour and a half. Then driving home in the rain. 

At the end of the day, sat with big steaming bowls of a rather excellent bean jar, and watched some TV. 

Not long before bedtime, Brian had another of his traumatising fits, convulsing horribly and thrashing about, and tearing out another claw. After a bit of quiet time, he just wanted to eat, and seemed fine. Last time, we paid for him to go immediately to a vet, who told us his vitals were all fine. This time, him seemingly recovered, we went to bed. But found he had defecated on the carpet on our bedroom. 

To bed, finally. Read some more of The Years by Annie Ernaux. Beautifully written, a sort of personal memoir and collective autobiography of the author's generation (she was born in 1940) in France.