under another sun

Fox in the garden today. A dog fox I think, which I have seen a few times now. It might explain the skittishness of the cats, and Brian who blatantly sprayed near the back door while I was standing there. He received a few of my opinions. Beth still not well, but heading gamely off into the world again, to do rehearsals. Otherwise a quiet and focused day of working on the story. Took myself for a long walk in the afternoon. Inventing a new circuit to the top of the nearest big hill, and through two parks. It does my ten thousand paces in one hit. A bit drizzly but satisfying nevertheless. At the end of it I passed a bakers selling strangely magnetic iced buns, and it took a good deal of willpower to overcome this bun struggle. Minimal lunches, in an effort to lose some weight, may explain it. I made a pork stew, in a home made chicken stock crammed with a multitude of vegetables for supper today, administered to my lovely wife after going to Pilates tonight.

Tender buns Off for an early whole body massage today by the lovely Jewel. After an hour of somewhat painful but hugely beneficial stuff I found it took me almost half a minute to get up from her couch. She had spent some time working on my buns too, which were surprisingly tense. Never occurred to me that you can carry tension in the buns, but surely they are better clenched up than hanging behind you like curtains. Home, feeling beaten up, and went straight to the sofa where I spent the rest of the day, with Lorraine and Calliope watching random TV about Auschwitz, WW2 bombers, Arvo Part, The Incredibles, etc. etc. In the evening off to the Red Snapper as it was Cath's birthday, and we had some pleasant Thai food, with nice folks. I managed to inhale a chili in my hot and sour soup so had to barge outside choking, which was rather dramatic ( I was sat by the open door). The waiter brought me out a glass of water, which was nice of him. Then got talking to Cath's frien...