under another sun

 I got up in the night for a couple of hours, thinking about Charlotte's book had released a few ideas of my own which were spinning around in my head so much I just got up to write them down so I could get back to sleep again.  A peaceful day. Lorraine is finding that Saturdays are recovery days for her. We had a nice walk around Blakers park and into Preston Park. A warm and sunny day. I read a little this afternoon, and Lorraine and I watched coverage on rolling BBC news about Biden and Harris victory, and the hilarious events around the press briefing in Philadelphia, where instead of booking the Four Seasons hotel, for the Giuliani's idiotic defence of Trump, and casting unproved aspersions on the voting process, the found themselves in the carpark of Four Seasons Total Landscaping, after a booking cockup. Hilarious. More hilarious was the fact the Landscaping outlet was next door to an adult bookshop selling dildos etc. and opposite a crematorium. You couldn't make it...

Just as we were going to sleep last night we remembered that our kaput clothes drying machine was being collected. Up very early today, then, and Lorraine and I had to drag the blinking thing out of the dungeon onto the street. My plan was to meet Innis for a stroll on the beach, but had to biff this, having to wait to pay the collection people who turned up after 11: two young lads on a lorry, one of whom tripped over on the path and swore volubly as if it were my fault.  This done I set off for a walk, but ten minutes in had to turn back for home again, as a delivery had been left outside. I popped the box in and turned back, but walked through the woods to ascend to the hill by a different route. Meanwhile I was listening to a series of lectures in the Great Lectures audiobook series, on CBT, and found this rather interesting. By the time I had reached the Hillfort, and stood in the sun, looking at the sun sparkling on the wrinkles of the distant sea, and the high downs either s...