under another sun

I have a man cold, so had a low key day. Lorraine off shopping with Beth, who although it's a bit of a cliche, had a glow about her. She has a pregnancy craze for eating apples, which makes me smile. Then L had to sort out a bedding emergency at Pat and Maureens.  Not having much energy, I channelled my inner Dilly  and lurked in my study listening to podcasts, and organising the pencils and drawing stuff I have accumulated across decades. One of two pencils I've had since school days. Threw out the dozen dried up biros and felt tips, organised the ones that still work. Took ages, but was oddly therapeutic. When everything's chaotic you don't know what you have. I have a surprising amount. Also threw away lots of scraps of paper and bits and pieces. Organising and clearing out is very calming. Otherwise a quick pop around to Pat and Maureen's flat with Lorraine, while P&M were downstairs playing bingo, to change sheets and so on. After a warm day, the temperatur...

Woke up feeling a little sadder and wiser thanks to the Slivovitz. Chatting to Ken before he made off to Pat and Maureen's place. If in doubt, tidy up. I proposed we heroically clean the fridges and Lorraine and I set about them, Lorraine then suggested the immense double cupboard, redistributing and sorting. I am a fan of Dilly Carter (a home-grown tidying up guru) so I find this increasingly therapeutic.  Beth came around for a chat after shopping, with a sudden gusto for a seafood dressing. Apparently the smell of roasting chicken makes her feel a bit weird now she is pregnant.  After these exertions, plus laundry and so on, we watched a little FA cup action. Lorraine cooked a gorgeous curry. I stepped outside and saw Venus, Jupiter and Mars, having nipped out earlier to catch the slither of the new moon lying on its back.  Both of us felt happy to be indoors. Ken returned from a day with Pat and Maureen, plus a session of playing Bingo downstairs with other denizens ...