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A cheeky with Anton

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We were both up shortly after 7. Lorraine drove off to Bolney to attend the leaver's service at the church, and say hello to some of the children and parents. Children running up to her and giving her a hug, and she met some old pals Jo and Sue there. I had a good day's writing and editing, being decisive and making cuts and decisions. Off at lunchtime to go to the gym, then a leisurely salad with Lorraine, who then lurked in the garden when it was a bit cooler while I made off to Brighton. I walked up Guildford Street (one of the steep streets of Brighton) and called on Anton. We sloped off to the Crescent for a couple of beers, then past St Michael and All Angels all the way down to Preston Street and played a game of bones in The Brick. Anton had brought his chess set too, but we stuck to the dominoes. Apparently Anton has been studying chess a bit and has an ambition to be good at it. Anton's knee much improved, but he has a knee replacement booked in a few weeks and is...

Bones in the Brick

Spoke to Mum, who was bright as a button and pleased she could now picture our house in Seaford. To Brighton this afternoon, Lorraine off to see Rosie, while I enjoyed a few beers and lost three games of bones to Anton in the Brick on Preston Street. Turns out he has been watching YouTube dominoes channel to refine his game. Walking to the pub, having been dropped off by Lorraine I passed the i360, known by local curmudgeons as the iSore, which is now closed leaving the City of Brighton with a large unpaid debt from the people who ran it.  After Lorraine collected me, and a turkey leftovers nestling on the gold sofa. I also made another stock with Turkey bones for a soup.