under another sun

Faster than expected improvement after last night's torments. I finally got to sleep at about 4, and spent the day soldered to the gold sofa tinkering with bits and pieces, and by the end of the day could walk without yelping. Calliope did not leave my side all day. The loyalty of cats is underestimated. Betty and John here this morning before they set off back to London. FaceTime with Mum, notes from Richard and Jane this evening. Lately returned from Tuscany, Mr Fleming is now about to launch himself into cyberspace. Early to bed tonight, mercifully pain free, reading bits of The Folklore of Guernsey by Marie de Garis to Lorraine. It's enough to make a cat laugh, as the old islanders say.

Getting ready to steal (off to) Guernsey As surely as a solitary magpie heralds disaster, a minor PK ailment heralds work. And so waking up feeling rather hot and lifeless, my lovely French client soon got in touch needing some concepts and a speedy turnaround. Good to squeeze in this smidge of work, also did a little more on the anthology of Guernsey site, uploading a excerpt from Folklore of Guernsey by Marie De Garis about the time when the fairies (from far-away England) invaded Guernsey. Matthew the composer got in touch with some interesting comments on the poems I sent him. Looking forward to discussing things more over a beer, and learning about composition. There are some amazing snippets of his music on his website. And Mark Hill pointed me to this sample of the travel book he is working on. Getting ready to hoof over to Guernsey with Lorraine on Thursday. Also reading last night about the three Jerseymen who tried to steal Guernsey, by drunkenly roping their boat to rocks ...