under another sun

A good day for me. Up fairly early and tinkering, before breakfast with Lorraine. Actually raining today in Seaford.  Strapped on my neoprene knee, and Brian collected me for a walk in Friston Forest. Brian had already been for a swim and had been up since six. Always lots to talk about, with Marley the dog zooming after sticks, and we tree bathed in the green light. The earth very dry, although there was some fine rain, and it had been raining overnight a little. I always enjoy how Brian is unafraid to talk about the big stuff, like death and religion and art and so on -- and of course we have a laugh too.  Collecting Yvonne and Sebastian, Brian then gave me a lift back, before they went off to look at dinosaurs in the afternoon. Lorraine back, and we snatched a bit of lunch together, between rhyme time, and her having to go round to be with Pat and Maureen, as they waited for the nurse to come and sort out his blocked catheter. Poor Patrick had been in some discomfort. I mad...

Woke up at 6 with a migraine. I've worked out that these may be triggered by low blood sugar, as I've not been eating so many carbs and the episodes seem to follow fairly clean and lean days. Went back to sleep, as the spangles abated, and apart from a mild headache little the worse for wear afterwards when I got up. An overcast day, and only just above freezing.  After a spot of my own writing first thing, a podcast day. Lots of editing, and an hour of recording with Robin. Also an exchange of emails with Charlotte this morning too, asking her advice on a publisher. Lorraine, meanwhile, running her first Rhyme Time in the library. About 30 children today, and she was practicing the 'hello' song in the kitchen this morning.   After I recorded with Robin, chatting about Shakespeare and the T.S. Eliot prize winner Jason Allen-Paisant, Lorraine and I put some white undercoat on in the bathroom. Then I went back to editing, till it was time for dinner. Cheerily watched the ...