Fairy dust

A bit drained and wet blankety but mostly cheerful. This afternoon the sun was at the exact degree of Libra as it was at the moment of my birth, and so invisible fairy dust was sprinkled over me.  

Lorraine had most of the day at home, and she planted the Guernsey lilies she had got me as part of a birthday present, and even did some pottery in the studio this afternoon. It makes me happy when she feels relaxed enough to do that.

I finished Light, by M. John Harrison. Science fiction is not a genre I read much, despite loving it in my teens. This was superior SF though, complex but emotional, and highly readable, with some of it set in Chiswick. Once I finished that I started reading Confessions by St Augustine, and passed the point where my 1980s self had given up and his underlinings ceased. I might take it away with me, especially as the forecast for Paxos is somewhat rainy.

Lorraine and I ate a tasty delivery meal from The Viceroy. Finally we have found a decent purveyor of good South Asian cooking.

Still looking at old scraps of drawings. I'm slowly adding them to the wordless_wonder Instagram page. Here's one. I was copying the way faces were drawn in the Book of Kells or some such.