Whitewashed

Lorraine off to see Dawn in Lewes this morning. I did fiddling about with writing, and spoke to Mum. Then and enjoyable chat with Robin about the next pre-Christmas episode. Nice to hear her news, a poetry reading in Chichester last night, Nick had just sold his grand piano, she'd pranged her new car in a multi-storey carpark. Chatted about the poems of Niall Campbell, from The Island in the Sound which we both like. Niall was born on North Uist. We need to get some questions together rapidly.

In the late afternoon off to meet Anton in The Evening Star. He was fresh from doing an event, and was carrying a bag crammed with stuff, but included his dominoes. He thrashed me a couple of times. The first game a complete whitewash. He can even beat Martin, arch counter of pieces, these days. He'd popped over to see Camino a few days ago. Minus two at night apparently. And a power cut which saw them eating baked potatoes, and bacon and eggs cooked on a pan over the fire. We sloped down to Fatto a Mano for a cheeky pizza, and then had an absolute bloody final in The Green Dragon, which was previously called the Office. Handy for 1950s husbands... 'Where are you dear? I'm in the office.' etc.  Diddly-diddly music going on there which was very nice and atmospheric. And jolly good to see Anton of course.

Then home by train, minus my gloves, and all well.

Musicians in the Green Dragon. One giving me stink eye.