under another sun

A tired day, have been fighting off something for days now and I have no energy. An extra hour's lie in with the clocks falling back, but Calliope didn't get the memo, however, so I got up early and fed the weasels and drank tea and caught up with this blog a bit sitting in bed. Also talking to Lorraine about what I'd learned yesterday, and also how I felt a bit disappointed in my own presentation. A few hours working on some branding stuff for Lorraine's school and then had a luxurious nap on the gold sofa as Lorraine continued working on her preparation. Then dancing about in the cold and rain potting up acers. Lorraine cooked chicken and leek pies and I phoned mum for a chat. Then we watched Dr Who, which was full of large spiders, looming nastily from the screen like Mondays.

Up fairly early and taking bags of garden litter to the tip in Hove. Lorraine carefully spreading sheets inside her Qashqai, and looking with horror at a colony of tan coloured baby spiders that had appeared around the handle of the rear door.  Once this drippy bag stuff done (in the rain) off to Waitrose looking like bin men, and bought stuff in preparation for this evening's night in. Strange how much fun doing stuff like this with Lorraine can be. In the evening Rosie and INnis came around, and we watched the Eurovision Song Contest, and drank some drinks and picked at lots of finger food. Eurovision not something I have watched much in recent years. The usual mix of camp, histrionic guff,  and a few earworms including the bouncy Israeli winner who duked it out with the Cyprus entry. The UK song was only moderately bad, but was voted down anyway because it is from the UK. Even a stage invasion by some fool shouting about Press Nazis wasn't enough to create sympathy among ...

Listening to Lux, the album by Brian Eno returning to his ambient style. I love it.  I listen to Eno's ambient work constantly when I am working. Slow start to the day, and I slept till 8:30 at least. Wonderful. Pottering around doing low level house stuff, and folding away my new clothes. A trip to Sainsbury's where we inadvertently bought loads of booze, and we cooked a roast tonight and vegged before the TV again. Lorraine and I walking in the park this afternoon, all golden and long shadowed. I love just mooching about with her.  I took lots of snaps only to discover I had a patch of greasy stuff on my lens, but these weren't too bad: the widespread carpet of spider silk, and one of the doors into the walled garden we love so much.