under another sun

Much better progress with ideas today, thankfully, as I needed to pull something out of the hat and at last I had some decent thought. In the evening, Lorraine and I bussed over to Hove, where we went to The Better Half , which is rapidly becoming a new favourite pub, and had a few drinks with Rosie and Innis, and of course little Pippi, the baby cockapoo, which is like some sort of teddy bearish thing with longish legs. It is much adored. Nice to chat with them both. Talking to Innis about photography and a potential business wheeze I had on holiday. First drink since returning from Greece, where Lorraine where we lapped up   a good deal. Now that it is cooler again, the idea of lager simply doesn't spontaneously pop into your head like it did during the heatwave.  Home by bus. Odd to be out on a weekday with Lorraine. I love school holidays.

The tiler came and simply tiled the bathroom. The job that started 20 days ago has made a step forward. I went out this afternoon for a late lunch with Rosie, Innis and their pal Julia. Most importantly for Rosie, was a puppy called Pippi. I was told off for referring to Pippi as 'it'. Pippi was a rather gorgeous little puppy as you can see from below. Interesting chats with everyone, and interested to hear about Julia's trips to Sri Lanka with charities, and the hideous aftermath of the tsunami there. Apparently, there was a 'second wave' an unrestrained outbreak of rapes and attacks that has left a legacy of orphaned children, and 'bad' girls. Having been to Sri Lanka and met some of the people there in the past, I find this second wave of brutality difficult to imagine. We left The Better Half, a lovely pub in Hove I'd not been to before, and it was clear that Pippi hadn't got the hang of walking yet, and needed a few drags to get her going...