My head is green and full of thoughts

Lorraine and I up early today, as the gas pipe from the main in the road was being replaced by the gas company. I had thought they were going to be hammering on the door early. At least it meant Lorraine and I got up early, and got on with things. Lorraine made a fabric basket, and I had a good morning's writing. Chris arrived with a thermal camera, to look at a part of our wall that has damp. It's a fun toy, and he took a picture of my head with it, as well as the wall, and when he put his hand on the wall, the warmth lingered for a while later.

Lorraine then off to take Pat and Maureen to Eastbourne. I had a recording with Robin at two, which was fine, except the gas people rang the bell almost as soon as we began talking. However they had done their business outside the house without having even to employ pneumatic drills etc. Win. 

Recording was fine, and nice to chat to Robin. After this, I ook myself off for a brisk walk by the sea. Lovely subdued colours. Then another harmless night indoors. 

Today was the nauseating spectacle of Trump's inauguration. A Munsters go gangster vibe from awkward body part assembly Musk and Melania and minor Trumps. 

Thinking of the Tobster and Romy as DC was looking very so the inauguration was held indoors. 

Below Chris's handprint still detectable on the wall, and my green head.