Almost there

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 here.

Then the gym, and back in time for a late lunch with Lorraine who had been doing story time, seeing Delores and Pat and Maureen. Later we did a spot of gardening. I pulled lots of potatoes, from a grow bag we'd forgotten about, and Lorraine did a multiplicity of things mainly in the glasshouse. I was carrying some bags of compost and some new pots of plants Lorraine had brought from the front garden to the back, and the seagull nesting on the roof was screaming and diving towards me the whole time, it was also threatening Brian when he was outside. Quite a relief to get indoors and start cooking. 

Enjoying the inevitable Trump Musk fallout. These people are emotionally retarded. I'm listening to The Rest of History Podcast back issues at the moment, and revisiting appeasement, the Russian Nazi pact, and Hitler adding Austria and Czechoslovakia to his portfolio. Madness abounding at that time, rather like now which is a bit dispiriting. 

Stayed in tonight and was pleased to do so. We watched two episodes of Game of Thrones and then drifted off to bed. I am reading a chapter of a book called Epitaph for a Spy by Eric Ambler at night. It's a sort of spy book, but set in a hotel in the south of France before the war, with a cast of dubious characters. Not my usual thing but fun enough.

Below one of my drawings from today. The bottom one done in under two minutes.