under another sun

Saturday woke up and had a large breakfast and walked down to the walled garden in Preston Park, which is the one we visit lots, which was having an open day which meant there was a couple of trestle tables with home made cakes and a few plants in pots for sale. Then a bit of food shopping, and home via buying some plants from someone's garden stall, before devoting the afternoon to intensive gardening, planting dozens of plants, many of which we were not even particularly sure what they were. Betty laughing at our garden frenzy. A really nice way to spend the time poking things into the earth and watering them heavily. A sunny gorgeous afternoon, not too warm and perfect for working in. At tea time John and Krys arrived, but unfortunately Krys had begun to feel really rough on the journey down,  so had to go to bed early, and eat little or nothing.  John, Betty, Lorraine and I however played some hands of Euchre and Lorraine and I drank some rum and coke, and we had a reall...

Uno in the Chancellors Travelled with Anton up to the smoke this morning. Busy till lunchtime when lots of us went to an old man's pub called the Chancellors, as a writer called Tim was leaving. Somebody had a card game called UNO and 15 of us were dealt in, and the game was played it with great deal of comic and noisy enthusiasm. The afternoon a blur of hurried work, then off to Shepherds Bush for Tim's leaving do. I'm only just beginning to get to know him, but he is urbane and funny so I'm sorry he's off. Little G, who is going out with another nice writer who works with me called Rob, was there too and I'd not seen her for some time. She has a new job and is mad for Rob so all is well. A lively evening talking to various creatives; made more so as Tim kept disappearing and returning with Champagne. I eventually escaped, feeling a middle aged bliss at stepping from the shouty, thumpingly noisy pub and climbing into the calm of a black cab to Victoria. Home...