Publish and be damned

Friday at last. However faffing about with the podcast, and Robin and I were only finally done with it at 5pm. Went for a bit of a walk down to the sea at some point. Also chatted with Mum. By the end of the day I was very grateful to see the end of it. Not all well however, the poet interview was a bit marred by the sound quality and sibilant esses. I did my best by adjusting the EQ on the Audacity program. The poet is a bit miffed that I did not choose to re-record parts of it. So felt like I had worked all week for not very much.  Stil... publish and be damned. 

However it was Friday night and we went to The Old Boot. I had reserved a table but they had screwed it all up and we had to skip between tables, this compounded by a fair amount of rudeness from the staff. Very unusual there. All made me rather cross. Still we had a good night, and lots of pals turned up. Delores, Andy, Steve, Patrick, Debbie, Yvonne and Brian, and Chris -- recovered now from a scare yesterday caused by a torn ligament spasming in his chest. Nice to see Brian who I'd not seen for some time.

A snap I took from the kitchen table this morning. The little picture of Guernsey's south coast Dawn bought in a charity shop, and a little pot plant I'd brought Lorraine, and a lemon smelling geranium hanging down. 



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