under another sun

Up and another gorgeous day. Lorraine and I did a bit in the garden, including varnishing a window cill, one of many that will have to be done. In the evening Lorraine did some planting out of vegetables into the raised beds, and I did a spot of watering newly planted things. At midday, a beautiful leafy drive to West Hoathly and a pub called The Cat, where I'd been once with Anton after a walk, to meet Penny and Steve. We had an excellent Sunday lunch in the pub garden. Nice to see Penny and Steve who I'd not seen since they'd been to Japan -- a challenge for Penny as she hates fish. Meanwhile in the Cat I had some generous slices of roast beef trusting that the threat of orc foot will be staved off by my allopurinol. Washed it down with a Wobblegate cider, from Bolney near Lorraine's last school. Just once every couple of months red meat is marvellous. A Great Dane type of dog, but in grey, in the garden, that even I found it impossible not to smooth its head when pas...

Awake at sixish, luckily went back to sleep at seven thirty, and didn't get up to make tea till nine. Got up properly some time after ten, and called Mum, who is expecting Jana today, and made a late breakfast. Calliope off at noon to get more thyroid medication from her new vet at the just opened Seafront clinic, just five minutes walk away, though Lorraine drove us. Calliope only had a chance for a few experimental howls, before we arrived. In fact we were back home inside twenty five minutes. Far less stressful than for me and Calliope driving her to and from Patcham. Her weight is good, and she seems healthy, she was relaxed in the vet's office mooching about the room, and scorning the little treats the vet gave her after he'd weighed her, listened to her heart and so on.   Home and I had a slightly galling hour of failing to put a screw into the wall. First, finding the drill in the garage, hidden in a bag under some wood. Then after selecting the right drill bit, rawl...

Woke up feeling stressed. But sitting talking to Lorraine made me feel much better, however. Up for an unhurried breakfast, called Mum and eventually Lorraine and I made off to Brighton. I went to Clippers to have my hair cut by Stacy, who had squeezed me into his Saturday schedule. I asked him about his nosebleeds (he was bleeding last time I saw him) and he told me that he went to A&E and had to have his nose cauterised, twice, as the first time it didn't work. Apart from a sore nose, he's all good now. Met Lorraine and then a rather wild bout of retail therapy. Went to Jones and bought a pair of tan ankle boots for loafing about in. Lorraine and I popped into Joe Malone, where Lorraine bought some perfume off a very sweet man with lots of makeup. Another man working there in lots of makeup and bell bottoms took tiny little steps like a geisha. Rather fascinating. Then off to Clarkes in Churchill Square. Strange in there, very little stock on show, but what there was artf...