under another sun

Another flare free day and I feel I am inching towards health, but still very tired and achy. Fixed up an appointment for the dentist too on Monday, to show her my broken tooth. Spoke to Janet for quite a while this morning, both Ken and Janet have had health challenges lately, and she is feeling the strain. Sonia here but galled due to the public sector workers strike and she said she had to walk. Lorraine anticipating having to cross picket lines, but there weren't any by the time she got there. Now feeling well enough to a bit stir crazy. Lorraine out bowling with her team tonight. Apparently she won her game, and nimbly side stepped the team curry on diet reasons. Once home we had the joyful task of preparing things to take to the mortgage meeting tomorrow.

Stir crazy Worked monastically for about twelve hours today, and apart from ordering some postcards with a picture of Skelton Yawngrave on them, achieved nothing. Some days are like this, and by the end of it you end up hating everything you have ever written. This gloom magnified by the steady rain. This also means Calliope was hanging about being fractious and creating trouble. By the evening, even I was feeling stir crazy. Sloped off for a solitary beer in the Battle of Trafalgar to read a book of poems called Perched on Nothing's Branch , by Attila József . An early suicide. A couple of his last works full of train imagery, which was the way he offed himself. Nice. Mystery fish death. Sat on my gold sofa at lunch, and noticed one of my gold rosy barbs suddenly acting as if it were being attacked, and within minutes it was being grazed on by one of its former tankmates as it lay dying. I dispatched it sadly. Until moments before, it had seemed perfectly healthy, and the water qu...