under another sun

Sunny Sunday A beautiful day today, more like spring than November. Lorraine and I busy, loading up the car to take things to the skip, some last bits from the garden of the Twitten, and random clutter from The Old Church Hall. Stopped off at Anton and Anna's place to give them two lovely advent calendars that Maureen had made for the children. The sea was unbelieveably silver in the low sun as we drove towards the marina. Lorraine had Bexy (her car) cleaned as it is going to be replaced by a new cheaper model due to the dreaded cuts. As the cleaners were about their business, we repaired to Cafe Rouge for coffee and moules & frites. Then, in the aromatic clean car, off to the garden centre to buy aquarium plants and talk to people about lights, as those in Betty's tank have failed. As we left a thief in a motorised buggy for disabled people was caught red handed making off through the door. Home, and much cheery cleaning of aquariums, and a large sort out generally. It w...

Jelly babies and quiet beatles A terrible night's sleep. Had a vivid dream that I was on a plinth while a man in some sort of crow's feather costume loomed over me. Woke up rather sharpish from that one. Somewhat pale and wan today as a consequence, although orc foot improving steadily. Lorraine's and my missions of limited scope: we went in search of winter flowering pansies, and booze for the party we are holding next weekend. Bought a serious amounts of booze, and then found a garden centre over the downs where Lorraine happily nosed among the cyclamen and pansies, some of which we bought. We also bought some jelly babies, but these were the best jelly babies I have ever tasted. We guzzled an entire packet in the car. They were like the Platonic ideal of jelly babies bursting with fruit flavour and with a delicious texture all for £1.99 and made by sweetmakers of genius called Bon bon. I'm not one for sweets, but these were incredible. I need more. Home and both cra...