under another sun

Awoke up feeling creeped out at 3am, and realised it The Loney , the book I had been reading before I fell asleep, had made me feel uneasy.  Some time at my desk this morning, and a quick chat with mum. Off with Lorraine just after lunch to collect Pat and Maureen from Eastbourne station. All safely installed in the car, and enjoying the journey back looking across fields to the sea.  Home and  listening to Robin's latest interview. Also took delivery of the little Snow booklets, which are small and lovely. Very pleased with them, and Palo was too. A tiny triumph. Lorraine had bought an entire salmon going cheap in Morrisons. I went for a gorgeous walk by the lively sea and also popped into Morrisons. A glimpse of Seaford's dark underbelly. A man and his young son outside the supermarket as I passed. Boy: I don't like Mum. Man: Neither do I. She's a cheating whore for a start. Slightly startled by this I crossed the road, and saw a woman leaving the pig roast place, sm...

Time at my desk writing, and doing a bit of self promotional parping about Snow  and the Scottish publications in the Roots publication, and in Driech Magazine. Looks like my author  copies of Snow will be delivered shortly, which would be exciting. Adele suggested that Gallery Uno might take some copies.  Mum went on her own to collect Mason's ashes today. Apparently they were heavier than she thought, carrying them on the bus. We will sort out together about getting them shipped or conveyed to the US to be with Brad. I am going up to be with her on Thursday. In the afternoon Rosie visited. Poor Rosie still dealing with the untimely death of her mum Susan, and is very sad. We had lunch, and then Rosie and Lorraine chatted for quite a while before going off to visit Betty. I was going to go for a walk, but the ghastly weather was at it again with heavy rain. Instead after I read more of The Loney , on the gold sofa. A great read on a dour day. I cooked this evening, and ...

Awake at sixish, luckily went back to sleep at seven thirty, and didn't get up to make tea till nine. Got up properly some time after ten, and called Mum, who is expecting Jana today, and made a late breakfast. Calliope off at noon to get more thyroid medication from her new vet at the just opened Seafront clinic, just five minutes walk away, though Lorraine drove us. Calliope only had a chance for a few experimental howls, before we arrived. In fact we were back home inside twenty five minutes. Far less stressful than for me and Calliope driving her to and from Patcham. Her weight is good, and she seems healthy, she was relaxed in the vet's office mooching about the room, and scorning the little treats the vet gave her after he'd weighed her, listened to her heart and so on.   Home and I had a slightly galling hour of failing to put a screw into the wall. First, finding the drill in the garage, hidden in a bag under some wood. Then after selecting the right drill bit, rawl...