under another sun

Displacements abounding, and feeling like a cat on a hot tin roof. Finally managed to get onto the accounts I was meant to be doing late in the afternoon, after walking into town, going very briefly indeed to the gym, talking to mum, doing a few other non relevant things. I am usually very self disciplined, but the last two working days have been ramshackle. Even when I'm not doing anything to do with the play,  it still manages to take up lots of bandwidth. Maybe it's a male multitasking thing. In other important news I found a TV version of The Owl Service by Alan Garner on YouTube that I dimly remembered from my childhood and watched a couple of episodes. It was from around 1970, and while the editing looks a bit laboured now, it is full of good ideas. Cooked a strange but healthy food concoction for Lorraine and I this evening and we ate it a the table, Lorraine telling me about the first day of the Government imposed SATs today for her wee kids. We went outside for a ...

Thinking of Spring Bad night. Calliope conducting a protracted screaming cat fight and then appearing full of purrs. She instantly went to sleep, while I lay awake for two hours cursing her furry head. Most of the day on strokes and AF. And I took another more interesting brief from a colleague I met while freelancing. Went to the gym, though was low on gas, and felt a bit shattered after. Someone said hello but I glared at him coldly for I shall have no friends down the gym! Two pieces of good news. One, which my legendary discretion has prevented me from mentioning before now, is the excellent news that Richard and Jane are going to be married this Spring in Guernsey. This will necessitate a jaunt over in April. Very flattered as they have asked me to be best man. This is lovely stuff, and they make an excellent couple. While Mick Ginty texted me today to say he is now a dad. Lucy has given birth to their daughter Olivia Elizabeth Rose this morning. Both well. Keep being distracted b...

Displacement activities Faced with possibly the most boring piece of writing I have had to do for some years, my brain went AWOL. Every time I tried to work I felt my resolve melt like a lump of butter being pressed into a hot pan. While I was trying to force myself to work, and battling fatigue and boredom, I had a great idea for a written project nothing to do with haemophilia. Thanks to having a snooze, cups of tea, playing with Calliope, a trip to sainsburys, and looking at funny but offensive websites like this , I have only just finished my day's work at 10pm. Spoke to Matty boy and Bob at some length. And in the morning Anna and Oskar came by briefly, offering yet another respite from the ghastly haemophilia. Oskar likes my fish, and was about to have his hair cut before starting school tomorrow. It's hard to believe that that the boy is off to school already.