under another sun

We got up early, and took it fairly easy. Lorraine and I went for a walk along the seafront looking at a few hardy souls plunging in. Our original plan was Lorraine had been due to get a massage and I was going to saunter by the sea, but the woman who was going to give it was sitting in A&E, having been taken ill this morning. We enjoyed our walk together, and bought hot chocolate and coffee from the meeting place cafe.   Take two this evening: off with Sam and Jade to see Betty's play. We met James, and his mum Julie and her partner Eric there. First time Lorraine and I had met Eric. A cheery evening, despite feeling heart-sinky about sitting through the Crap play again. Jade laughing into her jumper at one point when there was a bit of wild dancing was plonked into the play. We all enjoyed Bull , however. I preferred it tonight, and Beth was excellent again. A good cast, and a simply structured play that worked neatly. Beth pleased after with how it had all gone.  Every...

Fresh as a daisy this morning, as Anton and I were restrained last night. Lorraine and I off to the tip this morning seeing as it was a beautiful day, taking sacks of garden rubbish and then pootled about in the garden centre. Also a bit of writing and business admin thrown into the mix. Jade home too. She has been on strike lately along with other university lecturers, whose payment and terms and conditions are being steadily whittled away.  Out this evening to Busby and Wilds where we met up with Adele and Patrick, Deana and Steve, Jane and Ian, and Kate G and Delores, a writing pal of Adele's. We had opted to get a cab, but as the city was weirdly gridlocked we were late. A quick bite and a mug of beer in the restaurant, then to the Spire theatre, to see Beth in Bull, a play by Mike Bartlett. It was a double bill and before Bull there was a play about Ulcerative Colitis called Kat's Bag of Crap by Katryna Thomas-Shell. Beautifully acted, but I felt the script needed to be cu...