under another sun

Mum texted me today to ask if I was okay, because I hadn't done this blog for a bit. Remiss of me really, as it is a great way to process things. I suspect it will also become my memory too, as it has been going for so long now I can look back right back to glimpses of myself from 17 years ago. I have never kept anything going for so long. Today I fell into what is my new routine, of getting up (later than usual as Lorraine is on holiday) and getting on with uploading my daily episode of Skelton Yawngrave TV. It is my saving grace. Mum at least is watching the episodes, and I have to take a long view of them. They will be up there now in perpetuity. Spoke to Anton at lunchtime, while I was sitting in little Guernsey. My concentration poor lately. I work best in an atmosphere of tranquility, and I find this is not it. Exasperating really, as I have all the time in the world. I am clearly aware now of the need to focus more, and get a grip. Lorraine is at home 'on holiday...

A welcome Felon A bit of a Moanday. Dreary weather, and I felt a bit dreary too, despite work being fine. I worked through lunch and left promptly. Finished the audio book about Samuel Pepys, enjoyed it and learned quite a lot too. I read it partly because I am one of the millions who keep blogs. Pepys wrote his in a type of shorthand and left the six leather bound volumes with the rest of his books which he bequeathed to a university library. They were found much later, and were initially rewritten and badly edited. And they were not published unmolested and in their entirety until the 1970s, about three hundred years later. When I started this blog a few years ago, I had in mind some sort of lofty literary journal, but it has turned into more of a diary. Obviously there are a few things I cannot talk about in it, but these are few. When I arrived home there was a note to say that a package had been left with my next door neighbour. It was the painting from Diane June, called Felon . ...