under another sun

With Mum and Mase and their stripy chums More welcome sun. I headed off to London to see Mum and Mase. Spent a happy afternoon chatting, sipping beers, and eating pistachio nuts in their wasp hide. This affords you the opportunity to observe at close hand the behaviour of wasps, which Mum says have nice faces. Mase cooked some excellent ribs which we all ate outside, the wasps preferring the sweetcorn. Thanks to the recent lightning strike, which blew up various electric goods in their neighbourhood, Mum and Mase now have a new silver coloured stereo from the insurance. I spent time in the evening listening to some of my old records on it, which Mum always says I should take but never do. Then early to bed.

Wasps taste of apples Day started on a gothic note after an unsettled night riddled with dark dreams. An odd Friday, with people appearing subdued in the train snaking up to London under skies which did not brighten much after the sun rose. London in the rain. Work fine but seemed to drag. People in a fractious mood, though not me. Walked off to go for a swim at lunch in the rain, but the chlorinator was broken so the pool was closed. Bumped into the red-haired man again, and left hastily. Funny chat just before I left work. Barney had found a page of astounding facts: such as slugs have six noses, and that wasps taste of apples. I have just tried to visit it again, but the page has been taken down. Odd. After work sauntered off to the Dove to meet Sarah. Sat by the fire and had a pleasant chat. She is toying with the idea of taking up a job offer teaching in China. Then we went for a big fat curry in the Light of Nepal and after the call of seagull was heard and I headed for home.