under another sun

Still feeling off colour, which culminated in a vile headache by the end of the day. Lorraine hard at work on preparing for her forthcoming two day interview as potential head teacher for a nearby school. I worked on The New Idea for a while, and touched up some bits with a thin brush of the painting I had been doing in the bedroom.  Downloaded Miserere by Gregorio Allegri, which I am finding spine tingling. Lorraine and I went out, but only as far as the nearby shops including a greengrocer's where I seized a couple of garlic bulbs so as to leer at Lorraine with garlic bulb eyes. Unfortunately one still had a robust stalk, which almost took my eye out.  Imagine trying to explain that at the hospital. Maureen had send clippings from local papers about Ken, Derek and Lorraine's sport stories from when they were young. They were a very sporty family, and there were two shots of a willowy Lorraine in two netball teams. The evening...

Garlic and guitar strings Even though I got up early to work on my poems, there seemed too few hours in the day. I had a scrambled head so worked steadily for a couple of hours but achieved little. However, I had a nice chat with Sprinkles, before sloping off for a walk around town, and to do some shopping. I bought a new shirt, some pumps, and a pair of leather sandals. Then some new guitar strings, which later made Bianca my white semi-acoustic sound better than she had done for ages. I gave the fretboard a long-overdue clean as well. Nasty how dirty it gets. Also bought some tahini so I could copy Sophie and make some home-made houmous. I blended the chickpeas, tahini, lemon, garlic, olive oil and water and it tasted okay, although it seemed exceedingly garlicky, making me wonder if the cloves should have been cooked before and not raw. Untroubled by vampires, I spent several hours editing the soundfiles. This interrupted only by chats with Mum, and Sprinkles again, who was telling ...