under another sun

Both feeling brighter. Lorraine and I worked in the garden for a couple of hours, sweeping the patio of leaves, and doing things to the fish pond, like cutting back the irises, which were crowding out the fish, cleaning the filter and cutting back lots of the overgrowing elodea and so on. A trip to the supermarket, buying our stuff plus Pat and Maureen's in two trolleys. I walked the bags into Pat and Maureen's place, and Pat walked me back to the lifts, which was nice. Spoke to Mum, who had met Robert in the Waggon and Horses, and ate roast lamb which she found disgusting. I am going to meet her in Hampstead next week. Lorraine cooked a gorgeous lentil and chicken curry tonight. I tidied my study a bit. Chelsea beat Newcastle, meaning Match of the Day was all watchable. Chelsea's Cole Palmer is currently the best player in the league. An astonishing talent, and Chelsea are building the team around him and look fantastic. He is a joy to watch. Another episode of The Bear. F...

Lorraine off to Ashford this morning, as Pat and Maureen unwell. Weather foul. I didn't go to see Mum today, due to chesty cough and cold, and not fancying a six hour round trip. I was unable to contact her this morning, and ended up texting Wynford next door -- who told me her car was gone. Mum had been out shopping and going to the bank and so on.  Wrote some of my horror story. Otherwise had a bit of a walk in the afternoon, looking at the sun on the sea, making a brief appearance. In the evening to  Brighton, as I wanted to give Anton, Oskar's 18th birthday present, which was his mixed martial arts gloves for biffing people. Lorraine and I will be in Scotland then. Nice to see Anton, and have a judicious beer with him in the Evening Star, which mercifully seems to have changed managers, and play a game of bones which he enjoyed greatly, storming from behind to enjoy a flukey win. He was bracing himself for another ghastly work week. Did me good to get out. Home and Lorrain...