Pop and pottering

Lorraine and I got up late. I did some editing this morning, and for the first time this year sent out a couple of poems and did a final brush down of Gordon Road. As Paul Valéry said, 'A poem is never finished, only abandoned'. I am more than ready now to leave it in a basket and sprint off.

In the afternoon, which was very hot, Lorraine and I did some more stuff in the studio, Lorraine working on her pinch pot, and me trying to charcoal her while moving. Not so great. But we sat there listening to a classical music CD and sipping tea, and feeling pleased with ourselves. 

A bit of gardening today too. Pulled up the garlic bulbs which lorraine wove together to dry. Also many beetroots and some radishes. The cucumbers are going gangbusters too, we're already had about six or seven of them. And the seagull barely screamed at me today, and didn't dive at me once. We keep an eye on each other, and it definitely crossed his mind to have a go when I was bringing the washing in. 

Watching various highlights from Glastonbury on TV this evening. Very talented women artists seem to be leading the way at the moment. I enjoyed a group from the Isle of Wight called Wet Leg, led by two women, CMAT -- and her Irish country, pop band who the crowd lapped up, Self Esteem another woman artist who brought a west end theatricality to her performance, and a young singer called Lola Young from London, and the New Zealander called Lourde. Saw the performance of the much-hyped Charli XCX, whose performance I found a bit narcissistic -- but was lapped up by her fans. Nice to be able to watch it all from your armchair.

Garlic and beetroot. Loved the smell of garlic you get when you pull up a bulb. Plaited garlic bulbs hung up to dry.