under another sun

Woke up early, despite this being the first day of Lorraine's hols (although she did do some work). I had just had a dream, where the entire plot of a short Christmas animation had played out in my head. Simply got dressed, had a cup of tea and wrote it down for the next hour and a half. Then took Mrs Kenny a nice cup of tea. Dawn arrived to work on the bathroom and bedroom upstairs. Lorraine got up and we had breakfast. Then I had a long conversation with Robin. This done, and a bite of lunch had, Lorraine and I zoomed off to Lidls at Whitehawk, facemarks on, where we returned the two bottles that had been sold to us with their protective caps still on. This a palaver, as they had never encountered this before, especially as we were now trying to return them. Lorraine had been given two bottles of nice gin in the last week, and Beth had told us the rum we had bought 'tastes like arse' as she had bought one recently. It took a phone call and the summoning of a manger bu...

A breakfast in our self-catered room of Guernsey tomatoes fried in butter on toast. An unhurried and excellent way to start the day.  Eventually we organised ourselves, and Mum went off to see Ken a brother of my Granddad, while Lorraine and I popped into The Captain's to book a table and then sauntered down to Moulin Huet. It was a gorgeously sunny day with the tide having turned recently and starting to come in. We lurked about, Lorraine finding rocks to sit in the sun on till the sun started lapping at her feet, reading and absorbing the Moulin Huet loveliness. I lurked about with my camera snapping at everything with complete abandon eventually as the sun went behind some clouds and things got cooler we made our way up the hill again. And met Mum coming the other way. She went down to the bay to take some snaps. Lorraine and I made our way to The Captains where Mum met us a little later. A good Sunday lunch to be had there, and couple of refreshing pints of beer as I mentio...

Gripping the mince pie Friday... So that would be when the work comes in then. Actually not bad work, and clearly briefed, and it didn't break my holiday mood too much. Among other things, I wrote four little case study monologues: two men with erection problems, and a man and a woman with glaucoma. Ye Gods. Broke off after lunch of miso soup (a packet job but organic, and with no poisonous MSG) to climb up the hill so Anna could tell me what I needed to do in my forthcoming role as Santa, and to give her an overdue birthday present. I have been practicing my "ho-ho-ho" (not something you could get away with in - say - Brooklyn) and have opted for mellow and rich as opposed to booming. I don't want to create a team of little Santaphobics, who will begin to loathe Christmas, drop out of school, and end up assassinating Archduke Franz Ferdinand or something just because of a Wrong Santa. It's a responsibility. My Godchildren Klaudia and Oskar both spontaneousl...