Under a full moon
Chatting with Keith for an hour or so this morning. Pat got in touch to ask if I was free to pick up a job with Keith, starting tomorrow, so that was good. Did more editing on the podcast. Seemed to spend hours doing tidying the house, and doing things like carrying Lorraine's car door into the house so that people can collect it. The people never came. Also pulled out the large Christmas tree out through the porch into the front garden and then pulled it around to the side of the house. It shed a bazillion needles in the porch and in the house. Hoovered them. The needles blocked the hoover so I had to dismantle this, sweep the front garden and so on. One of those thirty second jobs that actually took well over an hour. Actually tweaked a poem for a few minutes too. Chatting to Lorraine. Maureen at home and okay, but very tired today. I don't like waking up without Lorraine there. A bizarre evening. Forged off to The Old Boot early, in drenching muzzle. Good to see Steve aft...