under another sun

Another night of  frustration dreams.  Although quite chirpy once up. Having decided exactly what needs doing this week, I have been slightly side tracked by poems, a bit of a novelty as I have not really written them much this year. Sometimes a few of them will blurt out in a row. A chat with Maureen this morning, as Lorraine heard her loaf tin for baking banana bread was not going to be delivered. Chirpy she was.  Mum chirpy too this evening, as their car miraculously got through its MOT again, and Mason got his expensive hearing aid adjusted for free.  Sonia back today having been in Bulgaria for months. Her husband Barry wanted to stay out there. A luxury to have a clean house without having to do it yourself.  I made off to the park at lunchtime to hang with my glassmates. Adele brought me a loaf baked with cheese and marmite. The new Rule of Six says we should not gather in groups of six even outside-- however it being a rule from Boris and his idiots ther...

Up early as ever with Lorraine. A productive day, working on the plot outline of the second Grace book, among other bits.  Off at three to meet Robin the Preston Park Tavern. Meeting in the middle of the afternoon, meant that we could get a beer from a woman behind a screen, and then walked out into the garden, where we were completely alone. The booths were hung with plastic sheets to separate each one from another.  We had a big podcast catch up, much better face to face that online, and discussed a bazillion things that needed discussing, and did a little recording -- not to mention quite a bit of general goss. Robin cross with the fact that people are allowing fear to dominate their lives, which was a bit weird as I reached that same epiphany at the weekend. Of course do everything to protect yourself and other people, but don't let fear ruin your remaining days on the planet. The podcast itself feels really purposeful, and good to be working with her again.  Walked h...