under another sun

Up early and slowly organising my thoughts into a new longer poem, and reading a bit more Freud. I have almost finished The Uncanny , the Penguin collection of his essays and I have really enjoyed it.   Pat and Maureen and Lorraine went back to the place they are buying, and also had a chat with the property manager. Then, being the ideal daughter, Lorraine organising everything so that in the afternoon, we were able to zoom off to Brighton. I nipped out of the car and dropped off the legal documents for Pat and Maureen's move at the solicitor's office (we are using Healeys again in the Old Stein so it is Jess's daughter Kate helping us again). Really enjoyed Lorraine and I just having a drive together and a chat, and look at the sunshine on the south coast. Just one last push to get Pat and Maureen here in Seaford, which they are both looking forward to immensely. Home again, and I picked up the threads of the writing I was doing and spoke to Mum who seemed fairly perky. T...

A dreadful night's sleep, mainly caused by a headache arising from a nerve pain in my back, triggered by carrying things at a particular angle. I must try to get this fixed. Woke up late this morning at a little before eight, to discover lovely Lorraine had crept in before leaving for work with a nice cuppa, which was still drinkable. Win! A bit bleary headed, made lists of things I did not particularly want to do, and felt I have a bit of a plan. A chat with Anton, another helping A short walk this afternoon. Extremely windy. Beth cheerily buzzing about in her little red car sorting everything out. Something happened to her phone today, and the screen is doomed. I am reading   The 'Uncanny' , a 1919 essay by Freud. He is easy to disagree with, and I do disagree with some of his conclusions, but fascinating nevertheless. He attributes fear about losing your eyes, for example, to a symbolic fear of castration. I don't know about other chaps, but if there was a choi...