under another sun

A gorgeous clear blue sky. Lorraine already working this morning in bed looking at emails, and talking about school data. I got up and made breakfast of quorn sausage sandwiches. We are gradually getting back to normal now with food. Because L was working and I was feeling antsy, I went for a two hour walk down to the sea with the low winter sun in my eyes all the way. Spoke to Mum while I was out and about. The pier busy, and the sun rather hot. An impression only bolstered by the three swimming ladies who swam inland from the sea when I was there. Hardy is the word. Home and after a bit Lorraine went off with Dawn to see their pal Sarah. I lurked at home writing bits and generally getting my ducks in a row to start my normal working routines again tomorrow. Lorraine home, and I cooked a vegetable soup, using chicken stock. Rather nice it was too. Then watched a BBC Bronte biopic called To Walk Invisible, which was rather good, and extra enjoyable as it was filmed in Haworth ...

Doing some more work for my French clients this morning, radio adverts about the plight of Balkan dogs. Then off for a walk up to the top of the nearby hill, looking down on Brighton and the big pointless pole of the i360 . Everything has to be an iSomething these days. Then more of Lorraine's ghastly form, before taking myself off for jabs. Had a typhoid, a diphtheria polio and tetanus, and an MMR. Three jabs. I'm okay with jabs but the typhoid quite ouchy. The nurse very good, and sprang at me with a surprising wild speed and I was done in no time. Still a bit of discussion to be had about Chad, and assurances to be sought. However if it is green-lighted, I will have to have a yellow fever jab privately as well as malaria pills before we set off. Home to sit with Lorraine a bit more for the dreaded form, then scarfed down some food and made off for the poetry meeting. Arrived late, bought a pint and headed into the room only to realise that the meeting was in fact next Mo...