under another sun

Curiously grumpy this morning. But this wore off the day progressed. Off into town after laboriously tidying up the house for a viewer who didn't show. We are taking the Old Church Hall off the market for the time being, as two out of the three neighbors are trying to sell at the same time, and it is like three fat blokes trying to leave by the same door at the same time. L and I have enough on our plate with the imminent wedding and me organising the sale of my house. Met Anton in the Eagle for half an hour. He is off to Spain in a day or so for a couple of weeks. We were off to London. Hurried up to the station and made off to Victoria. From here caught route 24, one of the new double decker 'New Bus for London' buses, inspired by the old Routemaster buses I caught to school in the 70s.  I am a bit worried as I type this that I am turning into a train/bus spotter. To Camden, where we met Beth and her pal Amy, then Maureen, Pat and their pal Cindy. Off then to The Lord...

A good day to leave Dorset, with the rain hammering down on Swanage rooftops as we consumed our immense and wonderful full English Breakfasts. The bacon and sausage sourced from a local farm was delicious, and there were bowls of a dozen or more muesli ingredients from which I built a morning muesli too. So yes, we had a muesli breakfast followed by a full English breakfast with thick pieces of brown toast. And this morning they threw in some extra fried potatoes too. Left on friendly terms with Clive and Judie the owners, and we walked off to collect the car, parked the other side of town and drove down the little cobbled lane by the side of the Town Hall and loaded up our cases before driving off towards Studland Bay. The headland shrouded in misty rain. We drove on for twenty minutes or more then down to the beach. It was raining which blurred all the outlines of things at first. Lorraine took off her shoes and soon we were both paddling. The sand at the edge of the water felt cru...

A Spring like day, and a certain amount of cheery capering with cats this morning, when I completed the first two sevenths of the business book. A stern tightening it up read through and edit to come, and I will have a strong sendable sample of the content. Off in the evening up to Kingston by train to see Beth in a sketch show called Blondage written by one of Beth's friends Chloe Penycate, and featuring Chloe, Beth and her pal Olivia.  The one-off performance was Chloe's third year dissertation piece. The show went down extremely well with its full house, although there were a few in-jokes the show could have instantly transferred to a little pub theatre with no problem. Beth is turning into an outstanding comedy performer  -- she has made giant strides since we did Betty the Spacegirl together. Less self-conscious, she just goes for it now, and the result is exhilarating. The other girls were excellent too, and Chloe had written some lovely stuff -- lots around social m...