A nasty piece of work

Knee still at me and hurt overnight. Otherwise a happy morning, free of eye pain, and free to do what I want. I called Mum and had a nice chat with her, and I am going to go up and stay over with her next week. 

Excellent news from James, who had landed a good job project managing AI and cybersecurity for a telecoms firm after a protracted search, and he won't have to start till a few weeks after the baby's born. Very relieved and pleased for him and Beth. He told me that he was pleased to get this job as it was somewhat future proofed. Now is a great time to get to know about AI.

I pottered at my desk, trying to grope my way back into a flow state, but not producing anything concrete. Also reflecting on how useful Steve's feedback had been on Gordon Road. Lorraine had a bit of well earned down time, sitting in the garden, after sorting out a few bits and pieces.

At tea time, Steve reappeared, with Patrick and Adele and we polished off the remainder of Richard III. A complex tale with the overarching spidery unpleasantness of Richard, who is summarily despatched by being stabbed in Leicester. A nation rejoices. 

We had a simple dinner of roast chicken and salad and new potatoes, toasting Adele happy birthday and after we finished the short final scene and everyone melted away. Lorraine and I gave her Pedagogical Sketchbook by Paul Klee, and Hilary Mantel's book A Memoir of My Former Self, which I am reading at the moment.