Congers for tea

Some work this morning first thing, getting another poetry proposal together. Less depressed now, and able to countenance at least trying again.

Met Lorraine for coffee at the Church Lane eatery, where I also had a rather paltry looking tuna melt. We noticed a large centipede walking across the floor, only to see it meet its end underfoot. Wished I'd scooped it out and taken it across the road to the graveyard before it met its maker. Then across the road to The Crypt, which had its Christmas of local artists makers including Adele and Mandy. Bought some Christmas things, and one of the exhibitors liked Lorraine's bag so much, she had to have a ten minute conversation with her about it. Then made off to Pat and Maureen's place. I sat with Pat for a couple of hours looking at the sea and chatting with the carers. One of them in a hijab, who Maureen calls Vee was very sweet and told me to just rest myself, when I said let me know if they needed anything. I said she should speak to Lorraine.

A lady called Sylvie who is one of Maureen's pals also invited herself in. Pat slept for the last hour or so, but I talked to him lots beforehand. As we were looking at the sea I told him about seeing conger eels dangling from the masts of fishing boats, at St Peter Port, while I was fishing there as a kid. A little later he told me that he went fishing for conger eels, usually on a Wednesday, and ate them up for tea. A little later I described the one time I went rabbiting with ferrets on Guernsey. He was interested by this, and said that he went rabbiting, usually on a Wednesday, and had rabbit for tea.  Mostly though we sat and watched the rough sea and a fishing boat disappearing behind waves and and splashes of spray. That must have been bracing.

Maureen insisted on giving me £20 when she returned from a meal and shopping with Lorraine. I didn't want to take it, but Lorraine told me to.

Home. Some stuff from Robin to mull over. Then off to the Boot to join the merry throng, and drink some mother in law, and have some grub. I ordered fish and chips and had a piece of fish like an ambitious guppy. Chatting with Steve and Guy lots. Andrew came too. Patrick said that he'd set some of my words to music and it was sounding good. Keen to hear that. Fairly restrained evening however. Lorraine and I left when the disco started, and young folks began creeping out of the darkness to boogie. Home and all well.