under another sun

I learned from Julia that her and Bob's mum had died yesterday. Messaged Bob of course.  Happily working at my desk this morning. Generous amounts of rain hosing from the sky. Spoke to Mum, who was not enjoying the weather and was off to the Waggon pub later, for a bit of fun. She'd gone to another meeting in Edgware where they were playing Bingo which she thought was a bit of a pointless game. Also spoke to Anton, off this weekend taking his Mum to stay with Uncle John in Spain.  Sylwia here for a few hours making the house look spick and span. Lorraine at Pat and Maureen's to take a doctor's call with Maureen. At lunchtime I mooched around to Osborne's fish and chips, picked up a pensioner's box with two fish, and more fish and chips and Mushy peas and  had lunch with Pat and Maureen and Lorraine in the flat. The sea less lively today. I love how Pat is enjoying seeing the ferry come in and they both get quite caught up by all the goings on, like a yacht race ...

A one step back after two steps forward day. Woke up at five, excited by the prospect of feeling better and being able to get on with things. Was at my desk at 7:30 and fiddling about with my writing, but I soon felt increasingly tired and sore throaty as the day went on. After a late breakfast, I sloped off to Morrisons and brought food for us. Felt a bit washed out afterwards, read more of my book A Natural History of Ghosts , which is a fairly fun. Also slept heavily this afternoon. Lorraine meanwhile, a bit frustrated as she tested positive for Covid again this morning but was feeling perkier at the end of the day. More The Silver Chair this evening, with the pessimistic but endearing and ultimately courageous character Puddleglum, a marsh-wiggle. It was a Puddleglum sort of day