under another sun

More bovine mastitis for much of the day, which was mootastic. Also had Defenders of Guernsey go live on Amazon, you can download it onto your  kindles (and iPad) if you have the kindle app here.  I also sorted out the beginnings of an author page here . Been reading Richard's excellent blog and I am going to copy how he has done things and having a separate page for all the stuff currently cluttering this page. In the evening bused off to meet Anton in Hove at the Temple Bar where we had some excellent Indian food washed down with a few lagers, and discussed among other things his forthcoming trip across the pond and the important matter of the right hat to wear to set an example to Americans. We also discussed Joe, one of our neighbours who was at our garden gathering at the weekend. Anton was racking his brains trying to work out where he'd seen him before, until I mentioned he was a doctor. It seems Joe was once subjected to the sight of a rash on Anton's bottom. H...

Kindling enthusiasm Up at 6:30 today, which seems infernally early. Up to the smoke again, reading my kindle. Was gripped with the concept for one of those inspirational books about giving yourself permission to be creative, and jotted down the chapters and approach. This all before 8:00am. I always have my best ideas first thing. The working day was largely spent thinking about growth hormone deficiencies, which is an interesting area that I've never written about. Sat in a teleconference listening to feedback from qualitative research. Time in teleconferences is of a different order to usual time. Delighted to be working however, and nice to be in the same office as Matty boy, First Matie, The French Bloke and Keith to name but a few. Left work in the dark, but home refreshingly early before 8pm. Reading WB Yeats poems on my kindle on the way home. The formatting is poor, but it's great to be able to browse a library when you are on the train. Home and Lorraine in before me,...

The picture of Peter Kenny My birthday was, luckily, unaccompanied by gloomy brooding on mortality. Busied myself gloating over the kindle Lorraine bought for me, and downloading free books onto it. Including The Picture of Dorian Gray , which I have never read before. I am not much of a Wildean, but despite the surprisingly virulent anti-Semitism directed at the character of the 'hideous Jew' Isaacs and the fact that everything in it seems artificial, I am enjoying it none the less. Day taken up with practicalities, such as sending for my permission to let, doing some billing, writing to accountant, talking to cleaners in sign language and broken English and so on. I like my kindle very much, poetry downloaded on it doesn't work so well, with some of the free downloads not even respecting line breaks, or centring every poem, which is all kinds of wrong. But it is wonderful for prose, and the fact that there is enormous amounts of stuff you can download for free onto it. I...