Lurking cozily

Grey and lowering cloud first thing, Seaford Head playing peekaboo. Breakfast while Lorraine and I examined her pottery experiments. She had used different glazes and underglazes and come up with lots of colour combinations, rather lovely colours.

Tidying, then Lorraine playing her piano, then I left her happily catching up on The Great British Sewing Bee to boof into the outside world for a couple of hours walk, placing by the seaside, the edge of fields, down leafy alleyways etc and threading through the quiet streets of Seaford, still  listening to the old BBC recordings of Wodehouse stories.

On my return, a feeling of not wanting to do very much. Lorraine sewed, I read Kay Syrad's latest collection, yellow-noon day which seems beautiful, but its meanings were elusive to me on my quick read. I must give it more time. Instead, however, I became absorbed in the women's rugby semifinals between England and France, two teams of solid ladies crunching into one another. England won again, after France had the gaul (arf) to compete strongly. Chelsea, away to Manchester United, lost miserably after their goalkeeper was sent off four minutes into the game. To be fair, a double blow finding yourself in Manchester in the teeming rain. I would have lost my head too.  

Nice to spend the day lurking cozily with Lorraine.