under another sun

A bit of a stale, limbo-ish day where I was conscious of having to wait for a decision on the meeting I had yesterday, which did not arrive. Also nothing back from the book I sent to the agent. The only dribble of feedback was a standard-issue poetry rejection yesterday. Rosie has now read  The Second Kind of Darkness and seemed to like it, and has a few comments which will be interesting to learn. I went to the gym through the autumnal park which was great fun. Later I spoke to mum and to Betty who is working in London tomorrow. Poor Lorraine didn't get home till really late after some parent teacher event. I cooked her a late snack, and she watched Great British bake off to decompress.  Richard sent me this link to dolphins near herm, makes me miss Guernsey lots.

A pleasant but slightly limboish day expecting feedback from the French on the concepts I'd sent them but answer was there rien . I was phoned by another agency to check my availability, but when I said I was available the offer was quickly withdrawn. Agencies, eh? Instead I contented myself by going to the gym this morning. Once there I wore my new shorts that reach my knees and make me think of Stanley Matthews (The Wizard of the Dribble). These plus the new trainers and socks made me feel a little better about being there. Lorraine was working from home this afternoon, writing up a school visit she had done this morning, and pausing to be fed noodles and miso soup at lunchtime. In the afternoon I wrote a piece about Jane and lookalikes  and then Lorraine and I went for a stroll around the park as darkness began to drop.  We were tempted by the fish and chip shop but resisted and I cooked fish and rice and steamed vegetables in an outbreak of healthiness instead.

Moments of limbo Not much happening, although I have been writing my own stuff in scraps first thing. But limboish moments bring out my inner astrologer, which is not a good thing as living your life by the stars is buffoonish. But I can't help noticing that Mercury the planet of communications, Mars and Saturn are all in retrograde motion. For astrologers this points to miscommunication and the undoing of deals and agreements, which chimes with what's going on now. Still, Lorraine had some excellent job news. And in the evening Dawn came around armed with chocolate cake, and Lorraine cooked a lovely curry and we all sat about very happily shooting the breeze. Dawn living with a friend at the moment, before buying a new place. She is experiencing the anticlimax of having sold her old place, moved everything out but not yet moving in somewhere new. More limbo. I am very fond of Dawn and Lorraine loves her.