under another sun

Another wild and windy night. Up fairly early and working before I had to bus off to Hove again.  The bus route, prone to unpredictable reroutings at the moment, went down by the sea, and the waves were green and fierce. Got off and hobbled just in time to reach the no-nonsense Clare the physio - she seems excellent at what she does and my leg felt a good deal freer on the way home. She was talking about politics again today, what with the election being this week.  As for the torn leg it is improving slowly but is a few weeks off normalcy. If only I could say the same. Caught a bus back into Brighton. A north African man was playing music softly on his iPad on the back seat and an older woman trundled her little shopping basket and sat next to him. Soon she was handing him a prayer in an envelope about the morning star Jesus Christ. He said he was Muslim, but accepted it gracefully, and when she got off a few stops later they were full of good wishes to each other, and as t...