under another sun

A quiet morning working on my new story and writing emails. Wasted time putting together an email about Janet and Ken's interment on 28th October, and when I emailed Caroline to get some details, she said she was sending one out today. Then to the gym which I enjoyed,  while Beth was seeing an acting student. After I sat in a cafe in the park down by the newt pool and started drafting a poem. I had not done this for months. On the way back I bumped into Simon in the park, and had a chat with him. He is still looking well and keeping really fit after a major heart attack a couple of years ago. Home and I watched The Daily Politics, as I ate my post gym sandwich. Shameful scenes in the reconvened House of Commons yesterday. Fuelling the kind of crap I saw when I strayed onto a pro-Brexit page today on facebook: Greta Thunberg a poor retarded girl being exploited by socialist parents, (global warming naturally all lies) Corbyn, Sadiq Khan and Diane Abbot hate figures. People wanti...

Monday, and out of bed the wrong way. Feeling anxious to get on with things, but what those things are is not entirely obvious. Spent the day attempting to get a grip. Lorraine off and into work not exactly with a song on her lips either. A walk this afternoon which helped. I sent a happy birthday note off to Richard, now back in Guernsey. And I bumped into Simon Bottrell, who was looking extremely well after having had a nasty heart attack last year. In fact I have never seen him looking so good, and he seemed much happier and healthier than when I last saw him. He told me he was exercising all the time, and is managing his stress really well. Started reading the book of short stories by Jeremy Page, called London Calling . Really good. I wandered about the park brooding on how well I was managing things. Walked back by the side of the church, and my eye was caught by these fallen yew tree berries on the top of a tomb. Nicely gothic. The evening continued with explosions. ...

Another day of bits and pieces. Up early and working. Then at lunchtime off to meet Simon at the PPT to find out what he's been doing since we worked together some years ago with the Cat With The Hat. One of the things he is doing is making really interesting designs from recycled wood and other materials, and old prints. Nice to catch up with him. Then home to sprawl on the sofa for a fast doze before heading off to Lewes. Beth and the others kicking off on rehearsing We Three Kings tonight too, which was good to know. Luckily an easy journey to the Lewes Arms, given it was a strike day on Southern Fail again. I arrived early and had a drink with Siegfried and his dad Adrian, who were already there. Jess and Robin turned up soon after, and then the place filled up nicely. Most importantly for me was that Lorraine came too, and having her there was top. A really excellent night. I did some of the introductions, shared with Sarah Barnsley, and I made people laugh introducing my...