under another sun

If in doubt tidy up. Went through my desk and thew lots of stuff away, and generally girding my loins for the trip to Paris tomorrow. Google Maps is amazing. I was able to find my way to the hotel from Gare du Nord virtually skipping along the streets. Hope the non-virtual Peter Kenny finds it as easy tomorrow. Little of any consequence to report. Betty on the sofa with a cold, Lorraine writing an interminable report about a school from home this afternoon. I stood in the garden for a few minutes from time to time, sometimes with Lorraine. Chatted to Matty boy to tell him I was not going to go to Graeme's funeral in Hartlepool at 12:30 this Friday. I wish I was able to be there for Katie and Matt but the logistics were horrendous. Matt doing quite well, and he and Craig helped amazingly with the organisation of the funeral. All such a sad business. Lorraine working this evening, and I watched a documentary about exoplanets, and how there are 'hot Jupiters' in other gala...

One of my ideas Generally big and clever today. Sent my proposals for the French bread business off early, and then met Simon at Brighton station, from where we travelled to Croydon to meet the Cat with the Hat, who was sporting his elegant brown straw. We toddled off from there to have an hour and a half meeting nearby with some pleasant marketing folks in a rail company. I did a certain amount of holding forth, and warmed to their lady marketing manager instantly, which helped. Then Simon and I travelled back to Brighton, and we are going to meet up next week, in combats and bandannas, to discuss some guerrilla marketing. Home and did a certain amount of light faffing before going off to a cafe again to fiddle with a poem for a few moments before my nice French client called. We chatted for at least half an hour, and it turns out she was very pleased with the the work I'd done. A nice way to earn a crust/dough/bread etc. (So many bread words are money words.) My French English d...