under another sun

A day of quiet reflection, after tidying up. Perhaps not unsurprisingly, after liberal quantities of beer and fiery curry, my gut griped in the night. A gold sofa day with Lorraine and cats, listening to music, chatting, dozing, light reading and watching assorted detectives on TV. While soberly sipping my poo-provoking sachets to get my guts back to normal. Lorraine busy with her cyber tasks on farms and so on.  Chatting with Mum this morning about Liz the sudden cousin. Loraine chatting with Maureen. I hope to see Mum in the next week or two. Sam back from London late this afternoon. A roast dinner. All well. Feeling very happy not to be plunged into a new brief first thing tomorrow. Mildly diverted by finding a Facebook page based on the Lord of the Rings, containing all this sort of thing...

Sitting diagonally opposite a woman eating with her mouth open and smacking her lips obnoxiously like a Gollum on the train to Victoria. Then as she went through her emails, cursing and making all manner of weird noises. The classic signs of someone wearing noise cancelling headphones. Slouched off. Trouble on the Circle Line and it took an entire hour to get to Paddington. Then at work, my computer didn't work. Frustrated by this, despite not wanting to be. A bit of a stroll about at lunch. Home. Lorraine late so I cooked fish and veggies. Gold sofa with my lovely, then bed. Monday. Bah to it.