under another sun

Up at six after a poor night's sleep, and Lorraine dropped me off at Preston Park station in plenty of time for the 7:17. A short formation so I had to stand all the way to Victoria, and most of the way to Turnham Green. To Chiswick and a day thinking about rabid dogs, and writing certain bits for them after being briefed by a slightly sadder and wiser Matty. A very hot day spent in an office room mostly on my own. Then a train to Gunnersbury, doubled back to Brondesbury then up to Stanmore. A woman briefly fainted on the train, and a man took it on himself to shout for a doctor, to no avail. And the woman was fine. Heard from my French clients who were happy. And was offered some work later in the month too from another source. All good. I also had to do some more work while waiting for mum. Home to Mum's and let myself in, speaking to George the next door neighbour, then Poppy who called before Mum returned from the hospital. Mas had spent the day at the Royal Free, and w...

A Thanksgiving Started the day learning that my poem A sparrow at 30,000 feet will be in the first issue of a new magazine from Guernsey called Written In. The editors have also kept hold of other poems to use them in subsequent issues, so this is all good. It is important to me to have work appear in Guernsey. Also I recieved a note from Joan who has been talking to Dick about my megalithic find, (see previous entry) and thinks it is a stone age scraper used to scrape hair and fat off hides. He was familiar with this instrument because he just read a book dealing with the prehistoric natives of Ontario. I have sent my jpegs off to a local museum to see if they make anything of it, or simply tell me it is a piece of stone. Then up to Edgware for Mason's tradional late Thanksgiving supper. A cheerful gathering there, with Tanya and Robert, Ben and Poppy (over from Guernsey) and Diane who is looking remarkably good after her recent radiotherapy treatment. Nice to fork into some turk...