under another sun

The house had survived storm Isha the night before, the worst of it was the hours around midnight. Woke up feeling drained and sore throaty, which made me irritable.  We got up and after breakfast together, I interviewed Seán Hewitt, a Dublin-based poet.  I was very impressed with his work, and he was a nice guy too, young and thoughtful. Lorraine busy doing lots of stuff such as laundry, tying up the fence with Joy on the other side (we are going to have to replace that fence anyway) and a spot of piano practice before zooming off to Ashford to see Pat and Maureen. She also left me with soup for lunch, and dinner.  The interview in the bag, I took myself for a short walk, down to the happiness sign, and then along the coast for a bit. It was low tide, but the sea was rough, and the wind strong.    Sluggish afterwards, and lurked mainly on a Lorraineless gold sofa. Pleased however, that I had space and time to simply recover at my own pace. Watched Network News ...

Both of us with very low energy, today. Major event: the supermarket then it was a gold sofa day, sleeping and listening to an audiobook etc.  Spoke to Mum, who had taken Mas off to have his hearing aids adjusted again, and then they zoomed off to have a roast dinner at the Waggon and Horses. Lorraine cooked us a lovely casserole and my favourite... An apple pie.  Storm Isha this evening. Expecting 70 mph winds and Seaford in the teeth of it again. Lying in bed, we can hear the wind gusting around the house -- though it is not yet pouring as expected rain. Feeling lucky to be indoors and in the warm and dry. An early night. I have to do an interview first thing tomorrow.