under another sun

Mr Blue Sky goes AWOL Hugely needed rain for most of the day today, after yesterday's blaze. Off to Nia cafe for breakfast with Lorraine and First Matie . Unfortunately Nia had reverted to its usual shambles and breakfast took ages. However if you are with First Matie and Lorraine a slow breakfast is no bad thing. Dodging through the rain in the Laines popping into a graduate show of photography, one shot of the inside of a doll's house with the disproportionately large cobweb in it was very fairy tale and lovely. Then off with Kate to buy a fetching silk dress, and a listen to some banjo-plucking buskers sing Mr Blue Sky in the rain. One had a bass banjo, which is something you don't see every day. Either way Mr Blue Sky was going through my head all day, even after Lorraine was playing a folky album by The Unthanks . Fond farewells to First Matie at the station, before going home for an enjoyably leisurely rainy Sunday afternoon. Lorraine reading books about leaders...

Another man's flowers Felt groggy this morning. But enjoyed breakfast in the Nia cafe with Lorraine and her parents Pat and Maureen, who returned from a trip to Ireland last night. Trying not to get tetchy with the poor service and the cold coffee. However we had fun, and I enjoyed a slow mooch through the Laines with them afterwards looking randomly in giftshops, newagey shops, and furniture shops. I like Lorraine's parents, and enjoyed explaining to Maureen that I had left London because the police were after me. They have just bought an aquarium after looking at mine when they were house-sitting for me, so I think my days as a fish consultant are not done. When Lorraine's Mum and Dad had gone, I spent the afternoon enjoying Richard's poems. Every poem he writes, ends well, and there is a wonderful mix of feelings in them. And it has the added bonus of taking me back to Guernsey in my imagination. Lovely. Lorraine had lots of work to do this afternoon, and she pushed ...