under another sun

A happy day spending quality time with Lorraine. Up early, and organising things from the safety of bed, such as booking a holiday in Greece, by way of expressing solidarity with the Greeks and having a top time too, we picked up something of a bargain as well. This done Lorraine drive off to do pilates and I walked down to the gym, through the sunny park, where I pushed myself still trying to make up lost fitness ground. Feels really good to be doing physical stuff again. We are turning things around together, which is good. Beth and Lorraine are going onto a full blooded diet next week, involving drinking shakes and so on. I will continue on solids. Lorraine and I arrived home at the exactly the same time and spent the afternoon in the garden, cutting back and replanting. A wealth of blooms in the garden with too many flowers to name. A chat with Jenny next door who gave us a lavender plant, and said her son Robbie was running in the European Junior athletics championships for the ...

Kenny Towers abuzz with activity this morning, Beth off teach and Lorraine and I falling asleep again, then realising I was hideously late for Lewes. Lorraine kindly drove me there then did some shopping for tonight's beano and then went to do her pilates session. I went to the Town Hall in Lewes to attend the Frogmore Poetry/Needlewriters/Telltale stand in the societies fair for an hour.  I wandered about a bit and fell into conversation with the Vikings, a pleasant couple who were fully dressed in dark ages gear and I was invited to heft a variety of weapons including a spikeless mace, a sword and a shield. Their main business is battle re-enactment, and 'competitive' battles, which seems to be a bit like rugby with axes.  To the stand where I met Jeremy from Frogmore, and spent an hour with Charlotte Gann, who is a fantastic poet and had been kind enough to review The Nightwork for Frogmore. For all kinds of reasons the chat I had with Charlotte about poetry was one...