A bit of werewolf business

A poor night's sleep. Woke up in the middle of the night certain that I had wasted my whole life writing poetry; that I had invented a machine to invite continuous rejection and failure into my life. Got up and had a cup of chamomile and asked the I Ching if I should just give it up. The hexagrams of my reading were Treading changing to The Creative. Essentially that I should not be foolhardy in my conduct and suggesting a time of creativity is coming, which cheered me up. I don't consult the I Ching often, but given that there are 4,096 possible readings to every consultation the fact that it always seems to supply such a precise and pertinent answer seems statistically improbable. I always come away from reading it as if I have had a dose of wisdom and feel generally much more philosophical about life.

Back to bed, then up early and Lorraine drove to the flat and I followed shortly after on foot. Various people round today to check on Pat. Paramedics where there, as Pat had fallen out of bed early. While Lorraine was dealing with them, I wheeled Maureen off to the surgery, and went with her to see a excellent young GP who Maureen calls Dr Rebecca. Nice to chat with Maureen, and I wheeled her away from a couple who were coughing nastily into their sleeves, while sitting next to the 'please wear a facemask if you have a respiratory illness' sign. Maureen enjoyed our little trip and being outside in the fresh air, even after I explained she was now in my power as I pushed her along.  

Maureen safely returned, I had a quick walk by the sea. Again I was unable to do much.

Lorraine with them, and then made off at lunchtime to her physical trainer, and to get some acupuncture. 

We were due to go out tonight to see the comedian Stewart Lee at the Dome in Brighton, but Lorraine chose to have a much needed early night instead. I went off and joined a posse of folks from Seaford all going at the same time. These included Adele and Patrick, Kate and Andrew, Alan,  Jo a friend of Kate's and some of their neighbours. A cheery train ride there. 

An interesting show and several things made me laugh out loud often. He put on a werewolf suit in the interval, to adopt the persona of the kind of right wing comedian he despises who do big specials on Netflix . Then moved on to a hybrid section where he said he wanted to keep the rage and anger of that comedian, but not the  the terrible politics, attitude and so on. I took a photo of him on stage and was told off by someone working in the theatre. I was sat alone in the row behind the others, but had a good view. I missed Lorraine, but we texted and she had gone to bed at 8:30.

It did me good having a laugh however, and it was great to be doing something fun. All home on the train, then Patrick, Adele, Kate and I had a cheeky late beer in the Cinq Ports.

The Stewart Lee poster, and my illicit photograph.