under another sun

Up at dawn and preparing to interview Robert Hamberger for Planet Poetry. When I interviewed him, I made every gaffe possible. I felt unfocussed and weirdly anxious. I may have been a bit dehydrated or something. Thank god for editing. Robert a bit nervous, but was warm and interesting. His writing is so human. Started a general planning mind map. I want to take a helicopter view on all my activities and Mari Kondo everything -- what sparks joy & what needs to be sent to the dustbin of history.  I interviewed Robert -- whose writing I like lots, but I made every gaffe possible. My brain was not working at all well. In retrospect I think I may have been a bit dehydrated. Thank God for editing. Robert interesting and warm.  Immediately after, I called Lorraine who was driving back from Ashford. Lovely to have her back, if only for 24 hours. We had a short walk by the sea, and stopped off at Morrisons to buy a chicken for a roast dinner tonight. I cooked while she relaxed on ...

Up early, with Lorraine, who scuttled off early. Beth off for another day of flat clearing. I worked quietly in the morning, and then went to the gym. Did my usual round of lightish weights and then started on the cross trainer. After about four minutes stabbing chest pains began, which I put down to indigestion. After a few minutes of this I made myself rather alarmed, to the extent I climbed off the cross trainer and mooched towards my doctor's surgery which, now it has moved happens to be across the road. However by the time I got near its door I was fine, and then burped, curing everything. I went straight back to the gym feeling sheepish, and picked up where I left off.  Lorraine home a bit early today, and we had a nice chat before I travelled to Lewes on a windy night to the needle makers reading. There were four readers among them Clare Best, and Robert Hamberger, both of whom were excellent. Another chap read prose, and there was a woman reading the sort of poems I find...