Padrón peppers
The new normal: got up with Lorraine, had a hearty breakfast: a yoghurt, kefir, seeds, nuts and berry filled bowl, plus a piece of Lorraine's delicious sourdough bread, and a boiled egg. I worked on some writing, and also reading the guest's book and sent some emails. I also completed a poem that had been commissioned by Sue on the death of her father. She sent me lots of notes about what he was like, and I did my best to turn them into something. I hope it does the trick. Yesterday's discoveries bubbling away in my subconscious. Instead of a complete blank, there are now at least photographs -- in some ways it feels like a kind of closure. Off to the gym again late this afternoon, but it was full of weirdly muscular schoolboys (and some schoolgirls) who go after school. They don't use the lockers, but leave all their identical bags hanging in the changing room. Very trusting, but that's Seaford. Beth came around this afternoon, and was working from the soft office...