under another sun

Working on poems this morning, as well as talking briefly to Clem about the state of the decking. The wood that is currently strewn around the garden we've arranged to have collected on Thursday. The special joists to finish the job on the side passage, have been delays and promises broken, which means the job could remain unfinished for some time. Next thing to look forward to is an invasion of plumbers and tilers coming to fix our bathroom upstairs in a couple of weeks, at more cost and disruption. Thankfully, Lorraine showing signs of being somewhat better now. She crept down with me to the fish and chip shop (I'd had a sudden craving) and back, her first time venturing outside since last Thursday, and was on the phone talking to her team. First walk for a few days. While Lorraine has been properly ill, I have also been off colour with a persistent sore throat etc. the unusually high levels of  pollen may account for this. I walked up to the Hillfort, and in the woods ...

Up and Lorraine complaining of a sore throat. I got on with stuff, and went to the gym after a few hours of work. Looked in at the barbers, but there were too many people waiting again. Felt good in the gym, and walking back through the park, but then unusually tired in the afternoon. Received an Amazon order, a new translation of the Mabinognion , the selected Adam Zagajewski poems, as well as a book of his other writing, and a selected poems of Thomas Hardy. My interest having been piqued by listening to my new audiobook, which is a life of Thomas Hardy, a time torn man, by Claire Tomalin. I downloaded it by mistake, but have really enjoyed it. I have only ever read Far from the Madding Crowd , for O level English. I should read some more I think. I remember it well, which must stand for something. Lorraine came home from work early, which is not like her at all. She had a fever, and went straight to bed. I fed her pills and drinks, but mostly she slept. The first day of the worl...