under another sun

Awake early this morning, and got up with Lorraine at half six. After she left for work, poor thing, I walked down to the sea. The tide was right out, but there was evidence of great amounts of shingle and pebbles having been shifted about by stormy tides. Saw the sun rise, making me think of the sunrise five days earlier in Japan. Quite nice to be here though in the fresh wind, and still holding on to that feeling that the year holds some good things. Home and I did a little writing on the business book, after an ah-ha! moment while ironing a shirt this morning. Betty came down from bed, and we worked on characters for her play for a few hours. She'd had a bit of a mental block about it, but we soon got things rolling and made some good progress. By mid afternoon, I found my jet lag really difficult, and I was unable even to spell simple words at times. Betty back to London at tea time, and Lorraine and I sat about blearily on the gold sofa before going to bed at around nine...

Happiness is an oversized teabag Jetlag, a cold, and dodgy leg kept me indoors all weekend. Dislocated physically, but feel very cheerful. Really nice to be at home and to spend time listening to the radio, generally cleaning and tidying, uploading photos from Japan and watching football on TV. Not to mention eating odd things at odd times with my bizarre eating irons. Had a nice long chat to mum, and otherwise kept the lowest of profiles apart from speaking at length to my lovely new cyberfriend Sarah in Tampa. Before I left Japan Hiroko gave me a few green tea onsen baths. I tried one and it contained a large teabag which made the water go quite green. Bobbed about in this for some time, deeply grateful that Mr Suzuki wasn't squeezed in next to me waving his arms around.