under another sun

Catching up somewhat. Had a long chat with Keith this morning. Life as a freelancer is fairly slow. Much of it traceable to Brexit of course -- it is easier for the US pharma countries to do business with a country inside the EU -- which is why my continental clients were the only ones keeping me in business. Unless something genuinely interesting emerges, I feel I am now going to devote myself to doing PK stuff, a bit poorer but much happier. Listened to Robin's podcast edit, heard from Palo, we have been charging £5 for Snow, and will use the money for charity, MIND being the one we fancy. She thinks she has raised over £200 already. Astonishing. Linda Goulden, one of the writers on the Understory Conversation sent me a note asking for a copy too. Otherwise doing podcast stuff with Robin. Spoke to Mum, who was off to the pub later, and Anton who was at an event in London. Lorraine had driven off to Ashford and returned with Pat and Maureen early this afternoon. Maureen cheerful ...

An enjoyably lazy day, and very happy to lift up the drawbridge reading and popping out briefly to the supermarket and so on. Spoke to Mum and firmed up my visit on Monday, Lorraine made celeriac and white bean soup, I read a book of poems called Egg/Shell by Victoria Kennefick, about having miscarriages and being married to someone who changes gender. Also looked at stuff to do with wildlife ponds. We went to bed quite early, and read more of The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe , which we are reading as a bedtime story. Very soothing. Had to backtrack as listening to it last night, Lorraine was reading, sent me fast asleep. Below, our wildlife pond area taking shape, and irises from two directions.