under another sun

Lorraine out for much of the day at a meeting, and I worked on the book, full of renewed intent. I also spoke to Mum on FaceTime. Otherwise a day of quiet application in which I did not venture out beyond the local shops where Lorraine and I went to get the fixin's for  a tagine which my lovely wife cooked. Beautiful it was too, with loads of fresh coriander, parsley, pickled lemons, cinnamon, powdered ginger, and saffron and chicken and red onions. All rather delicious. I love half terms.

Divebombed into wakefulness by hungry cats at what seemed the unspeakably early hour of eight o'clock. Lovely springlike day, with the sound of amplified encouragement of marathon runners coming from the park. Having fed the weasels, made tea, and put two extra cups in a flask, simply went back to bed. L got up later and made us some breakfast, and we stayed in bed for a long time. Gradually up enough to go shopping (where I grabbed some curly kale, which the optician said was the single best thing for eye health) walked through the busy park to visit to the sunlit walled garden, Lorraine moving from shrub to shrub loving all the springlike burgeoning). Also watched the second half of Chelsea versus Manchester City in the FA cup semifinal. Chelsea lost 2-1 despite them dominating the second half, scoring and playing with fluency, invention. A thoughtful text from Anton afterwards. After fortifying slices of Guernsey Gâche (kindly brought over by Jane) and a cup of splosh we the...