under another sun

Happy start to my day, with a note read in bed (sent a little after midnight) from Matthew at the Horla website saying he would use my post on horror for his site. Otherwise, a productive morning although constantly plagued by the cats, getting back in the saddle with the long story currently called Nothing compares to you . In the afternoon I went to the gym and felt pretty good afterwards. Finished listening to Rosemary's Baby on the walk home. It was very much of its time, but nicely done by Ira Levin. Liked how a mother's love trumps the fact her baby has hooves, horn buds and golden eyes at the end. Home and some more work before Lorraine arrived having had a trickier day. Maureen phoned to say she was cycling on a machine to keep her legs good. An early night.

Lorraine up early and off, astonishingly, to the gym. I was up early too and began work on a sort of   horror essay for my other site, which I am hoping might be taken up by Horla. Writing it was helpful as it clarified a few ideas for me too. Tom arrived, at 8 am after his nightshift, and I had already been going for an hour. Spent all day writing or reading. Still entangled in sorting out the pub for the 16th. Feeling a bit hot and slightly under the weather, but I went for two walks one up to Hollingbury, the other around Preston Park to make sure I got to 10k -- listening to Rosemary's Baby , which is efficiently crafted and nicely unpleasant. Lorraine home and we simply went for an enjoyable fast drink at The Park View, and carried home a curry from Red Chillies. A bit of a brain dead TV for a while and then a fairly early night.