under another sun

Gratefully back to work Up at 6:30 after a night of thunder and heavy rain, with Calliope curled up at the back of my knees. Of to Brighton station in the dark feeling sorry that I was not in Guernsey still. Typically, as Lorraine had a day off work, I had a job in London. Very pleased to have it, however. Had started my kindle trial download of The Guardian and read the paper on it as we trundled slowly off to London. The driver warning us of leaves on the line, or as I began to think of it, old chestnuts on the line. Reading the paper on the kindle is less good than having the actual paper, but means that you don't elbow your neighbours nor have a newspaper to dispose of afterwards. Working enjoyably with Keith on a tick and flea collar. Working in a room overlooking the plane trees of Tavistock square. From where I was sitting the whole window appeared full of leaves, falling around Gandhi's feet below like damp, tawny offerings. Inside, however, Keith kept drawing dogs spor...

Trouble and kibbles Up and off to London at 7:00, after some early hissing between Brian and Calliope over who had the right to be on the bed with us as we woke up. iPodless, I bought the Guardian and read this from cover to cover on the train. It was full of news about the riots in London. As the train stopped at Croydon station there was a strong smell of woodsmoke, which must have come from Reeves Furniture store which had been spectacularly burnt to the ground last night. Everybody talking about it at work on facebook and so on. The reactions have been confused and angry and in some cases fearful. The motivations of the rioters are so mixed, from an understandable frustration and feeling that there is no future for them, along with big doses of sheer devilment. The day peppered with rumour about where the next riot is going to be, including down the road in Brighton. Work up in Tavistock Square today. Disorganised and stressful start to the day, which proceeded to get a ...