Turning a page

Recording with Robin this morning, nice to see her, virtually at least. She is about to lead her own Steps class, starting tomorrow night, and is fully booked. I find this deeply impressive, but she's always had that streak in her.

Then, having found an appropriate folder, having just given up looking for it, I sauntered off to the post office to send off my manuscript. One Day Forever is about examining memory and was inevitably focused on the past and time and so on.  I want to turn a page. My next project to be more forward looking and perhaps a bit lighter. Nature abhors a vacuum, and half formed ideas are nudging forwards for attention. It's actually quite exciting. If only it weren't so energy-snappingly hot I'd bloody get on with it. 

Popped into the photo shop, and sent pictures from my phone to a printer in the shop to be collected later in the week, via a screen in the shop with QR codes and so on. 

Lorraine busy and took Maureen out to a hospital appointment about eyes, and then they went shopping in Eastbourne. Lorraine, in control of the wheelchair zooming Maureen into Seasalt, one of L's favourite shops, returned with a raspberry coloured dress, which is rather lovely. Soon out again to do her pottery class which she enjoyed lots. 

L dropped me off at the gym, and I mooched about in there, it was busy, and but the air conditioning was working, albeit not quite as effectively as it might. The problem with going to the gym is it makes you hungry.   

Home and read and cooked, and watched nonsense on YouTube. My YouTube feed is comprised of stuff about astronomy, particularly Enceladus, an ocean moon orbiting Saturn with its water hidden under an ice crust, obscure WW2 aircraft, pre-Cambrian period creatures, particularly Anomalocaris canadensis, and reaction videos of people listening 'for the first time' to Yes music, other music videos, and clips from Curb Your Enthusiasm, with Larry David. I've never seen the series, but the clips are funny in small doses.  

Driving back from pottery class after nine, Lorraine called to ask me what the score of the Spain and France game was. I said it wasn't starting till 10pm... Turns out it had started at 8pm. I'd missed the first half and some of the second. I'd been looking forward to the dratted thing all day, and only saw the last half an hour. My predictions are in ruins too, as the previously imperious looking France were well beaten by Spain, who made them look ordinary. Spain's playing was unruffled and controlled, and was a kind of artistic perfection. What I saw of it, anyway. Chiz. 

Beth and James concerned, as this evening Enzo was sick several times, having returned from nursery with a bump on his head. Beth and James were advised to take him to the hospital to rule out concussion, which must have been a very stressful end of the day for them.