under another sun

Lorraine and I had bumped our trip to Edgware till tomorrow, as I wanted Lorraine to have another day of recovery before the driving marathon. She is improving, but is a couple of days behind me, and I'm still a tad wan. Beth and Enzo popped around, for a session of the adoration of Enzo. Spoke to Toby briefly, as he had read about Mum falling over in the rain. I felt a bit bad that I hadn't let him know. He was on a tour somewhere in Mexico City I think. All well though. I had to send my apologies to Robin too, as I was invited around with others tomorrow evening, but we will be picking up Mum instead. Making it the last of our pre-xmas cheery get togethers to be missed. Bah humbug. First walk for several days today, slipped down by the sea and walked along looking at the purple sea and orange sky, and thinking how this is a weird and wonderful planet. A nice note from Kay Syrad about being mentioned on Planet Poetry. A bit of stranger things on TV and Brooklyn 99 before bed. ...

Grey and lowering cloud first thing, Seaford Head playing peekaboo. Breakfast while Lorraine and I examined her pottery experiments. She had used different glazes and underglazes and come up with lots of colour combinations, rather lovely colours. Tidying, then Lorraine playing her piano, then I left her happily catching up on The Great British Sewing Bee to boof into the outside world for a couple of hours walk, placing by the seaside, the edge of fields, down leafy alleyways etc and threading through the quiet streets of Seaford, still  listening to the old BBC recordings of Wodehouse stories. On my return, a feeling of not wanting to do very much. Lorraine sewed, I read Kay Syrad's latest collection, yellow-noon day which seems beautiful, but its meanings were elusive to me on my quick read. I must give it more time. Instead, however, I became absorbed in the women's rugby semifinals between England and France, two teams of solid ladies crunching into one another. England w...

A call at sixish this morning from Maureen who was worried about Pat, meant Lorraine had to get up and zoom around.  Eventually they were able to get advice, and later Pat was feeling lots better. An alarming and stressful way to start a morning, especially after getting to bed late after hanging out with the boyos last night.   I went for walk mostly in-between the rain, on the home straight now with Jung.  A terrible incident this afternoon at Seaford Station. A boy was stabbed to death by another boy. Both 16, and rather surreal in this sleepy town. Traffic and travel affected by the incident, with busses diverted, the station closed and so on. Lorraine passed the incident in the car on the way home not knowing what it was.    I managed to get a 12  to take me to Kemptown, where I attended a reading by Kay Syrad upstairs in Kemptown bookshop. I was a bit early and popped into The Barley Mow, which was literally next door, and found Charlotte in there. We...