Snooker with Pat

Up late this morning, breakfast then Lorraine did a spot of gardening. I stowed and cleaned the barbecue, a messy business. Steve called from the Waggon and Horses, as mum had taken her most recent tax letter to him to translate. Will pop up next week to see Mum and see Steve. 

Afternoon, I went for a walk, bumping into Kate from life drawing, who had just done a portrait painting of Adele this morning. By chance Adele had sent it to me this morning, a strong resemblance and Patrick thinks it has captured her essence. She wondered if I fancied having mine done by her too. People tell me I'm no oil painting, but what if I were?

Have been listening to a Great Lectures audiobook about the Occult. A series of lectures. It is superficial and is full of mistakes. I gave it a couple of hours. When it completely missed the point about how the I Ching works, I checked out.

A bit tired after my walk, and boofed onto the gold sofa feeling drained and a little joyless. 

Then to Stratheden at 6:30 to look after Pat while Lorraine and Maureen, and a pal from Stratheden went off to see The Rhythm of the Dance at the Congress Theatre in Eastbourne. A sort of Irish dance type stage show. Wild horses couldn't canter me off to that one. 

I was apprehensive about having to look after him on my own for four hours or so, but luckily there was no problem. There was a snooker match on TV, and Pat seemed to enjoy that while not sleeping, and even getting excited when the underdog won. Chatted to him a bit, but he was mostly sleepy until about ten minutes before Lorraine and Maureen returned, when he suddenly started to clamber out of bed.