under another sun

Heard from Lorraine that Jo had died this morning. I only met her three or four times, including on her low-key wedding reception last November, but she was generous, friendly and without a shred of self-pity. Lorraine naturally upset by the death of her friend. Otherwise another low key day. Still in recovery mode, and I did not need extra sleep today, which is a distinct improvement. French clients have decided not to give me feedback till next week, and beyond a few bits about   The Great Chad Adventure not too much that was urgent. Enjoyed cooking a noodly miso soup for Betty and I for lunch (who has come round to the dark side and correctly appreciates fish fingers as an appropriate side dish). In the evening going out for a stroll in the park with Lorraine around sunset to talk. I felt very lucky to be able to take a walk in the park with my wife and enjoy the bats flitting about over our heads as the clear sky darkened, and to return home to sip sparkling wat...

Goodnight Seattle Found myself googling snake skeletons and bat faces today for my skeleton story. Snakes can have hundreds of ribs and more vertibrae than you can shake a stick at. And bats are plain weird. To be able to write for six straight hours uninterrupted about bat faces and skeletons is wonderful - if a little eccentric. Later I took to baking bread and making a large pie. Then talked to Louise for the first time in ages, and hearing her baby boy Thomas gurgling in the background. They are both doing well and I will visit them soon. On a curiously sad note, finally watched the last episode of the final Frasier series. These characters really speak to me, and as someone said in the DVD extras, the show never talked down to its audience. It was consistently intelligent, and often brilliantly written - and always excellently acted. But most of all you invested emotionally in the characters, and I identify increasingly with Frasier himself these days. I often get the feeling of s...