under another sun

I was doing some freelance work with Gabriel one of my French clients again this morning. This done by one o'clock, however. Lorraine busy in the house and garden, a quick bite to eat before Yvonne arrived for coffee. We sat outside chatting for a couple of hours. I liked it when she described having a bald patch as having an egg in the nest. We also took Yvonne on a full guided tour of the garden, and she brought us a cutting of a succulent. Once she left, Lorraine and I did our meditation and sat quietly for twenty minutes. Later, Robin and Nick collected us to drive us into Brighton along the coast road (this being a train strike day) where Robin was reading with a few other Frogmore stalwarts. An enjoyable enough evening, and a good opportunity for me to say hello to a few people, chiefly a delightfully sweary Anne Perrin.  The readings ranged from stuff I hated and stuff I liked a good deal, which is what you'd want really. I thought Robin's reading was excellent, and ...

Good work today on the book. Also a funny conversation with Sonia, who was asking me if Sherlock Holmes was a real person. Then an enjoyable evening. For Lorraine had suggested we go to the New Venture Theatre, to see an evening of eight 10 minute plays. A fun format giving you loads of ideas in one evening. Every play worth watching. The first was by a friend of Lorraine’s and had some enjoyable farcical elements. Two plays about writing, which I enjoyed less, and one about a prison visit, which was excellent. In the second half there were plays about children in a back garden, lost romance, a psychiatrist's visit and silence (which got my vote) and a comedy about mistaken identity in the park.  Every time I go into a theatre I feel happy and they have a great little space there. I will join when I get back from my holidays. As we filed out at the end of the night, each audience member was given two marbles and asked to vote by dropping them into a sealed container,...