Zero

Completely forgot my drawing class this morning. But worked instead on poems. Lorraine's personal trainer Caroline came to us today, and had Lorraine working out in the garden. Nice woman, and we chatted for a bit.

Off to Brighton this afternoon to hang out with Anton, recovering very well and doing a loads of paces per day. I noticed I had a bit more spring in my step as I walked up the steep hill of Guilford Road. Called for Anton, and sloped down to the Cow and played a game of chess, which I won, followed by a game of bones which Anton won. Just as we finished a cheery little man came and stood over us in the empty pub, commenting on the game. Luckily he was only there for Anton's final move.

Neither of us drinking alcohol, but instead drank Guinness Zero, which is okay, but feels a bit heavy and weird afterwards.

Walked down the street with him at Seven Dials, and stood outside two premises that were being threatened by the co-op next door. They each have a poster in both windows.

Home by train, and I got off at Newhaven Town and walked home from there, to ensure I got my paces in. Never walked that whole path before. Quite hungry and picked and ate half a dozen blackberries as I walked. Home in time for dinner with Beth, James and Enzo, Lorraine had bought half a salmon and it was delicious. Beth getting over the cold that's been going around.

Below... Micro politics at seven dials, and teasels on the way back from Newhaven.