under another sun

A glorious Spring day. Up early, Lorraine doing rhymetime. Amanda here for painting and decorating. I did assorted bits of writing and admin for a couple of hours before, unable to concentrate much, I headed off to the gym. On the way back I met Lorraine with Patrick and Maureen in Pomegranate for lunch. They are very friendly in there, and excellent with older folk. I wolfed down a very passable sourdough with smashed avocado and a bit of smoked salmon. After I crossed the road with Maureen to Specsavers, staying on to translate the incomprehensible phrases the young Specsavers woman was saying to Maureen. 'Are they alright for yourself on the bridge' etc.  I left her entering Peacocks saying she was going to spend money. And went home and made snail's progress on the big poem. Lorraine off to pottery tonight, delighted to be throwing clay on a wheel. I had a chilled evening.   Below, blue skies and Blatchington Pond on the way to the gym.

Feeling free and happy. No podcast to make, no freelance to be done so at last I had a morning doing poet stuff, such as writing a cover letter, and printing and mailing a pamphlet length MS in the post office, which felt pleasingly old skool.  Lorraine off to a story telling class this morning, and read books with her special upside down reading skills to small children. She enjoyed it lots.  A lunchtime interlude of cat flap struggles. We had it installed at great expense of glass cutting, yesterday. To discover today, the flap isn't working properly. We need to program it to recognise the chips in our cats, and so stuffed an increasingly irritated Calliope through the flap a few times, but the mechanism didn't work. Currently the cats can get in and out but with no locking. The cats reluctant to use it. Brian, when pushed out looked pleadingly at us through the glass door rather than using the flap a few feet away.  I went off to post the MS off and go to the gym, and ...