under another sun

Hideous night of not sleeping. Reminded me of something I'd read on Facebook the other day: 'Insomniacs! Great news. Only three sleeps till Christmas.' I lay awake thinking about lots of troubling things. None more troubling than thinking about No Time Is Passing , the brilliant Robert Aickman story I had read during the day, which became incredibly disturbing when I thought about wide-eyed at 4.00 am. Up and gradually up, although I felt dazed and a bit out of it all day.  We drove around to pick up Betty and John and then drove off to Ashford to see Pat and Maureen, and Ken. We all went to a shop called Longacres at Bybrook Barn, that Maureen is keen on. All manner of things sold there from plants and tropical fish, to (wonderfully) Lebkuchen, as well as things like a Fantasy Unicorn Microwaveable Hottie, and a ceramic angler, man shaped but with a fish face with barbels. Lorraine wondered what a non-fantasy unicorn was. Home and Ken cooked a curry. John said he hoped...

Working from 7:30 on polishing one of the ideas I had yesterday to send off to mes amis in Paris, before going off to my stained glass class. I had the idea I'd have to do more work in the afternoon, but they loved the idea I sent them, so could relax. Having struggled a bit yesterday, pleased with this demonstration that I still have it. Enjoyed my class. Had a coffee with Chris, Yvonne and Adele after the class, but was called by irate plumbers, as I was supposed to be in this afternoon. Sonia here this afternoon, the first time I'd seen her in quite a while. Lots to say, and she told me about various archeological finds in Bulgaria and about a bridge called the Devil's Bridge, Sonia never fails to entertain me.  Luckily the plumbers turned up promptly, and did the job rapidly and left. Finally we are rid of plumbers. After a wee bit of admin then, flushed with success, I took myself out for a walk. Stopped to have a cup of coffee, feeling free and cheerfu...