under another sun

A poor night's sleep for both of us. Lorraine having a stomach bug today, and I felt a little weird in the stomach too. Lorraine slept this morning, and I went to visit my grandparent's grave. I popped into Brouards and was sold a few sprigs of local freesia to put on their grave. I enjoy visiting their grave, and it is not at all morbid.  A convention of magpies broke up as I stepped into the graveyard, which has several people I knew when I was young. My Grandfather David's parents, David and Zelia (who was known as Toots) and his sister Peggy share one grave, its stone is an open book which now looks quiet ancient, quite a strange thing to see mouldering stone when I remember them so vividly. Then back to the hotel where we had a very relaxed afternoon dozing by the pool. I listened to Laughing Stock again and splashed about for some time, and chatting with some of the other residents. Later Lorraine and I bussed off into into St Peter Port where a sun-bronzed, black ...

A definite hangover this morning. L and I slugging about. However we managed to drag ourselves off to the supermarket and then collect Pat and Maureen from the station. Had a nice supper with them of salads and chicken, forgetting to invite Anton who we had mentioned it to the other day. We skyped Derek and Claudia in Finland, as it is Claudia's twentieth birthday. Claudia I think planning her return to England. Listening to desert island discs this morning, and heard a track chosen by Guy Garvey the lead singer of Elbow, called New Grass by Talk Talk. Ended up downloading the album it came from (called ' Laughing Stock ') and found the album to be sublime, and I am amazed it never crossed my path before. Listening to it all day off and on.