under another sun

Woke up noticing my hands were still covered in wood filler, particularly one of my nails. Made some tea than had to gallop downstairs as there was someone at the door. It was Rick from around the corner, with a little box containing what Adele had said was an early xmas present for all our glassmaking friends, me included. Took this up to bed, and was somewhat gobsmacked to discover that it was a mug, in green, with the words I had come up with the other day for Jane's birthday on it, and a picture of my stained glass piece. Turns out that Adele had made one for everyone. Felt a little embarrassed but very touched by this. Thanked Adele by text profusely. The legend says 'May the lead in your life always keep your colours together'. Lorraine needing a day of recovery. Into the garden we went, and had some adventures. Harvested some of our potatoes from sacks. Some were little bigger than peas, while others actually looked like small potatoes. In the evening we ate them...

Après moi le Deluge Ghastly night's sleep not helped by a gale which rattled the windows, and Lorraine's cats which kept interfering with me. One of them, Basil, has a habit of patiently resting one of her paws on you till you wake up. This is her cue to step away, sporting an expression which says, in cat language, "that was my idea". Experimenting today with podcasts. As a pilot I uploaded my podcast of this site . As I love the sound of my own voice so much, I may try other bits and pieces. A while ago I added a blog link to Mandy's blog . Mandy, who now lives in NZ was at the same school as me, Copland High School in Wembley in the year below mine. As you can see from her blog which carries a photo of her from 1978 that, unlike me, Mandy looks exactly the same. Galling's what I call it. You may notice that Mandy rather likes Bob Dylan. Also working on my poetry - but in a slightly disorganised way so the day slipped through my fingers with little to show...