Old school beers

Out of bed fairly late for a Monday. Calls with Mum, who has a sore throat and a cough. She was able to pick her prescription up however, and I am going to arrange to have them delivered from henceforth.

Otherwise a decent morning's writing. Slow progress on the Kansas story and it feels like hard work.  This makes me wonder if it's any good, as most of the published stories have slipped out easily. Then a few housekeeping jobs, and a walk. 

Something has been eating the goldfish. There are only  handful left now. I did see an egret there recently looking down his long beak into the water, and I've seen foxes and cats taking an interest.  

Lorraine spending much of the day with Maureen, and they called around on Beth. I made off to The Evening Star, where I met Messrs Hoibak and Hartley for several beers. Mark is about to become a grandfather, as his lovely daughter Melissa has passed her due date. Peter radiating good cheer as usual. 

We drifted down to Fato a Mano and had an excellent pizza. A couple more drinks, one in an empty bar with a man talking like a cheesy game host in it through a microphone. Then fond farewells at the station.  Gallingly there was a rail replacement bus from Lewes to Seaford, so I just caught the 12 bus outside the station. Gallingly, my bus pass doesn't work after eleven. Perhaps us older folks should be tucked up in bed by then.

Crept into bed beside Lorraine, and slept like a baby.

Below I felt the need to photograph Mr Hoibak in the Evening Star. Mark getting the beers in the background.