under another sun

Into work feeling optimistic and cheerful. However the day turned vile, and extremely stressful. Keith and I found ourselves dumped on by passive aggressive idiots. We spent the afternoon at an editing suite fixing the short films which suddenly seem to have become our responsibility. After, I walked back to Blackfriars in a hateful black mood, and was very pleased to get home to Lorraine, who had gone to a Charleston lesson after work with Dawn, and was skipping about in the kitchen when I got home. Which did a great deal towards cheering me up. Watched a wildlife programme which had a section about birds, and Calliope suddenly got very interested, and started looking behind the TV for them once they had disappeared from the screen.

Almost chilly as I crept out of Mum and Mason's house having snacked on toast and a banana. To Stanmore and into town. Walking down from Euston Square station passed some Phantom Railings, an interactive sound sculpture that uses the movements of pedestrians to evoke a phantom of a lost iron face, a sound like someone running a stick of wood along a fence. A day that was baffling and boring by turns. Seems I have only to write one thing, and to treat the week as a kind of briefing.  I sit there and take notes feeling a bit like a pork chop in a synagog. Home to supper, and a hug from my lovely wife, and some miaows from Calliope. To bed, and then a call from Toby, he and Romy now back from Japan. Below, a delightful Brighton based Charleston video. Yay. Brighton looks lovely.