under another sun

Happy and lucky Threatening skies and lots of rain. Forecasts of snow for next week and another, by UK standards, hard winter to come. I got on with working on the doppelganger piece, which is making slow but steady progress. Only nipped out to the corner shop between showers for milk and sparkling water. Feeling the joy that comes from working from home on something I love, and on days like this knowing that I don't have to cringe on wet platforms waiting for late trains. It is Beth's birthday on Saturday, so Lorraine, Sam, Mark, Betty and I sloped off to start her celebrations in Chilli Pickle. This is the lovely Indian restaurant we'd been to last month. Delicious food and everyone cheerful. Sam now sporting a pipe, which he puffed at as we left the restaurant. I had a pipe too at a similar age to Sam. It is a philosopher's rite of passage. Betty and Mark have read Wrong my short play, and seem quite keen to do it and already have had some funny ideas about how it co...

Chilli Pickled Woke up to Calliope purring an inch away from my face at 6:45am. Decided to get up and get on with the French work to do. Bolstered by a note from Justine my client, which began Peter, Peter, Peter … You are THE guy who it is definitely pleasant to work with ! Her English usage is unfailingly charming. Worked hard all day, and had finished everything at four. Still feeling really buoyant after my walk on the cliffs. It has made an immense difference to how I feel about everything. Felt like the world was my lobster, and it was Friday and that meant seeing folks. Met Matt in the Basketmakers for a cheeky. He'd had a sucky week. He and Wayne are moving out of the flat, as it is unbelievably damp. Matt's computer died, and he had to pay a PC doctor £200 to salvage his music files from it. Then I went to the Batty where I met Anton and Anna, Lorraine and Beth. Really lovely evening, Beth going off after a while to see Mark, and the rest of us went to Chilli Pickle...