A varied day

Shocked to have tea brought to me in bed by Lorraine, who is using the two hour time difference to Greece to her advantage. She had found the purse she had hidden before we had gone away on holiday. It had taken two days of intermittent searching. 

I made off to life drawing. We were drawing an older man. I found myself a bit more relaxed about drawing. I realise I've been through a patch of expecting myself to be better, and feeling a bit disappointed. I found I forgot about that, and just got on with it more today, and so I enjoyed it much more. Mellisa says I need to be more fearless in my drawing. She is right.

Feeling extremely tired this afternoon. But made off to Brighton, using my free bus pass, to get a haircut. Still outbreaks of flags in Newhaven, and central Seaford. Denton Roundabout which was a nest of flags, now free of them thankfully. They go up, they get taken down.  

Stacy in Gandalf mode today, long hair and beard. But did his usual perfectionists job on mine. There are three barbers in the main part now, and most of the clients are regulars. Lots of banter  about for example, tattoos, The Stone Roses nineties pop group, and how Stacy seems to have adopted the hobo look.

Back by bus. Rereading the short story The White People, by Arthur Machen which is fascinating and one of the greatest horror stories ever written. I was listening to a podcast about it, and so had to go back to it. Now that the nights are drawing in, I am fancying a bit of horror writing again.

Got off at Hill Rise, and walked along the coast towards home. 

Then one of my trademarked Pooter-ish incidents.  I had my hood up in the stiff wind, and a plastic hood toggle whipped into my eye, before I could even blink. No scratch, but my eye hurt like a bastard for a bit. I have to laugh at myself sometimes.  

Home feeling strangely shattered after my paltry eleven thousand paces. Two pieces of jammy peanut butter on Lorraine's bread helped a good deal. Chatted to Mum who is all good and I am going to see on Monday.

Beth and Enzo were here. Lovely to hang out with them. Not being expert in these things, it seems being a mother of a four month old is a continuous process of monitoring and reacting. Beth is doing really well I think and Enzo is very sweet and thriving. 

Below Enzo having been packed into his travel seat for the short journey home, little crochet blanket courtesy of Lorraine. One of my drawings from class today.