Our little town

Breakfast, and as Lorraine was drawing a little mind map of what we were planning for the day, an emergency call from Maureen. We zoomed around. The carers were already there, but Pat's urine bag had become detached from the overnight bag soaking the bedding, carpet and Maureen's sandals. She got very stressed about this and needed her spray a couple of times. However all was well after a bit, and we took the bedding home to wash, that the carers had stripped off the bed, and made teas and both were fine when we left.

As we were already near the supermarket, we did a big shop in there, then home, to finish our coffees and plan the day. We made off to see a potter, who Lorraine was enthusing about, collecting Delores en route. The traffic was at standstill towards Newhaven due to a road traffic accident, so as the potter was having an open house tomorrow and next weekend so we cut our losses. Delores, Lorraine and I then walked to Gallery Uno, where Adele and Liza Morton were having the penultimate day of their two person show. Debbie there as we arrived, and Patrick was playing tunes softly in the corner. Eventually we all joined in singing with him, when Delores had requested Brown Girl In The Ring. All very cheery and made me feel a warm sense of happiness and belonging in our little town.

Meanwhile in Brighton, the yearly march of racists thugs. A trickle of people with raise the colours teeshirts (flying flags from lampposts to intimidate people) were met with over four thousand counter demonstrators shouting off our streets amid Fat Boy Slim carrying a placard saying, Less Racism More Disco, and general outbreaks of fun. The racists retreated to the station and were not seen again. 

Home then a zoom about tidying and so on, as Adrian and Laura, who we'd met through Innis and Rosie, and live on the street parallel to us, came for drinks in the evening, wandering in through our back garden. Interesting and nice people. They'd lived in Brazil for some time, Laura was born in Kenya, both were boarding school children. Adrian said to my surprise that he loved his boarding school. His family were in the military for generations, but he went into teaching, design and IT.

Spoke to the Tobster this evening, looking forward to him coming to stay next month. 

Below I snapped Patrick at Gallery Uno.