under another sun

A slow morning. Breakfast of mushrooms and bacon on toast. Did ten minutes of business admin. Drove off to Seaford for more reconnaissance this afternoon. Although it was stormy in the north of the UK, it was a still, sunny day and down by the sea the air smelt really fresh. Just mooched around for a couple of hours, walking down streets and nosing about and discussing what what we are looking for in a new house. Both enthused by the idea of a change, and not living in a terrace.  On our wish list is a big kitchen, which is the heart of the house where people can sit, a garden that is a decent size and not overshadowed, a conservatory, and room enough for folks to stay.   The Seaford roofs dusted with yellow lichen, which was nice.  The town has a few shops, cafes, restaurants and half a dozen pubs, and seems nice enough. Lorraine conducted some research with a person in a flower shop who said she had been there for two years and loved it. Home to the cats. Spoke to Mum, ...

Memories are made of this Sometimes the simplest-seeming briefs are the ones that sap your soul. I worked on the train this morning, and after an hour I thought I had cracked it. But got into the agency and the Gnome pointed out that I'd got the product name slightly wrong, which meant I had to start again. Going through a phase of making silly mistakes like this. Perhaps a couple of weeks off showing Sprinkles the delights of England will be the refresher my brain needs. In the office slogged against the clock till lunchtime with the Gnome and then we went for a pleasant walk upriver into Chiswick, stopping in the Black Lion for a few minutes where we glugged some sparkling mineral water and cranberry juice. After work, I met First Matie and Matty on the terrace of the Riverside Studios, as it is still unseasonably hot. We ate and had a quick drink, with First Matie and Matty drinking the infamous pink wine. We three, the FB and others all took part in the infamous Summer of Pink ...