under another sun

Woke up at 6:50 with a load of stuff in my head which needed writing down in the form of a mindmap, so simply got up and did so, before returning to bed with tea. Read another essay by Hélèn Cixous from the Stigmata collection which was a cracker. What a writer. However in a get up and go kinda mood, so we leapt out of bed and fell on some kippers. Then had a bit of a mooch around the Blaker's Park, talking about how Lorraine needs to prioritise work and self care.  Betty called around for coffee a bit of brunch later, and to rumple Brian's head after he brought her a catnip fish to say hello.  This afternoon Lorraine taught me how to make crumble for the bag of rhubarb she had been given, and she also made some of the weirdly wonderful courgette bread, which is sweet like banana bread. Also we roasted a chicken and then watched our last episodes of Schitt's Creek, which was fun and touching. It turns out it won loads of Emmy awards tonight too.

Lay in bed this morning reading an essay on a picture of Bathsheba by Rembrandt, by Hélène Cixous which was utterly brilliant. It was so full of ideas it was hard to finish, because it made me want to go away and write things. Wonderful. Sauntered off through the streets to see Catherine and Tanya this afternoon. We met in the Open House, which is fairly well run, with booths outside, and minimal interaction. High quality chat about all manner of things. They were telling us about a place they stay in which is like a residential library just over the border of North Wales. They made a week of reading in a gorgeous library, and as Catherine said, opening your beak three times a day and being fed, they made it sound brilliant. Sadly they were unable to go this year.  A couple of beers here, and home again for an undemanding evening with my lovely wifey.  Below Lorraine spotted this tiny rubber person, on the road surface. Also flowers in our back garden.