under another sun

Sitting at the feet of Sol Stein Monastic working today, but making steady progress. Went to babysit Klaudia who was ill and unusually quiet, while Anna took Oskar to his nursery, and then went to the GP in the afternoon. Klaudia and I companionably watched an hour and a half of CBeebies. Klaudia particularly enjoying The Large Family about elephants. Amazed to see almost every programme carried some green messaging in it about recyling, and explaining what pollution meant. Hopefully it is seeding a generation of eco-warriors. Spoke to Mum today, whose cat has finally had its prospects curtailed. Hopefully its neutering will keep it out of all the punch-ups it has been getting into, latest injuries include a savaged tail. Diane called and will be staying with me this weekend in sunny Brighton. And another chat to Bob as he walked home in Salisbury. He was sounding positive, and like a man with a plan as the birds tweeted in the background. Spent the evening listening to my Sol Stein a...

Upbeat Feeling very upbeat today. Particularly about Skelton Yawngrave after reviewing the opening few chapters through Sol Stein eyes. The end is in sight, and I am proud of the quality of what I have written. Got a good old fashioned snail mail letter from Richard in Guernsey, with a wonderful poem called Deaf about his late father. I can't remember the last time I got a flesh and blood letter from a friend. He also mentioned that I have another poem on the buses in Guernsey, which is pleasing. This one really is an antique, called Dusk at Icart Point and it goes back to when I was 23; more than half a lifetime ago. As before when I saw the last poem they used, it was as if it were written by someone else. But lovely that they have this odd little afterlife. After working this morning (Lorraine preparing us a hearty brunch) I felt a little braindead. But we went out walking about in the afternoon just catching bits and pieces going on in the Brighton streets, such as a contorti...