under another sun

A good night's sleep in my own bed, and cooler overnight too. Lorraine and I with a list of things that must be done. I had a work offer for the time I was on holiday to reject in a way that encourages future business, and to write to Robin about guests next season on Planet Poetry. We got on a bus together and I hopped off at the Stein and dropped of our 'wet' signed contracts with the solicitor in case we are able to swap them while we are on holds. Then I walked up to the vampire section of hospital outpatients. A ticketing system, with only one phlebotomist there. I was told the wait would be an hour or an hour and a half. Looked at my ticket and there were twenty people ahead of me. After twenty five minutes only three people had been seen so I walked down the road and found a cafe where I was passive aggressively served a cup of tea and a sandwich in the Portland cafe. When I returned to the waiting room there were three phlebotomists and my number had just gone. Argh...

Up early and working for my pals in Paris all day. Phoned by the solicitor for Janet's estate to confirm  my bank account details, meaning I will receive the small legacy from Janet shortly. Bastards will bill me £48 for making that call, and doing the online bank transfer. Still it means I can pay Mum back money I borrowed from her, due to having to turn away work while taking care of Janet and Ken, and also pay for our flights to Sicily. All excellent. The folks I was working with last week asked me to resubmit the timesheet I had uploaded onto Yuno Juno, as it had the wrong branding. This took a while to work out. Otherwise a fine and sunny day, into which I plunged for two quick walks during the course of the day, and then a long amble in the park after work was done to get me to my daily 10k. The park full of people playing games, and sitting about as it was the first nice day in ages. Home just as Lorraine was arriving, I made salad and stuck some fishcakes into the oven ...

The &*%$ we are attempting to buy from has now reversed her decision of yesterday, and won't move out -- so Plan B of finding another property is our only option, while our buyers want to move in a matter of weeks. This morning answering a list of solicitors questions, some of which revolve around a bull's-eye window in our property. I replied in shouty capitals after having made this point twice already that there are no effing bull's eye windows in the property. This done, a new and longer list arrived from the solicitors an hour later, asking many more idiotic questions. Lorraine and I having conversations with estate agents. This is house move hell. To put it mildly, the mindset I need to be in to do real work is almost impossible to achieve. Luckily there is a smidge of undemanding German work coming through. In the afternoon off to meet Mindy, who is in Brighton and we sat outside in the cafe in the Pavilion Gardens for an hour or so, before her partner David,...