under another sun

A lovely time with Catherine and Tanya who we met in The Bath Arms for lunch. Unusually chaotic there with a bull in a china shop man serving the tables, who dropped our tray of beers on the floor next to us, soaking my shoes and trousers. The food was microwaved, and none of the desserts advertised were on. However the company was excellent. Lots of good chats. From there we went to a new ice cream place where we had some rather delicious ice cream and coffee. Here I was talking about the idea of putting together some kind of course, and Catherine and Tanya were so positive about me, and so full of helpful and encouraging suggestions that it was far better than any therapy session, and I came out of it with a rapidly emerging alternative path ahead of me. It was brilliant to talk to them, and of course Lorraine was as supportive as ever. So all in all a lovely time for me. Home, and I took the sodden clothes from the washing machine to the launderette, and then after I returned, spe...

New Kenny Towers a place of industry. I made a Guernsey beanjar, to christen the house with my bean-based aromas. A BT guy arrived to connect our wifi, as three men arrived with our new washing machine, which is now in the dungeon, as Lorraine and I have dubbed the cellar. Later other men delivered was a dishwashing machine, that I thought I might be able to plug right in, but came with a many instructions, regrettably none in English. My throat now very sore and my neck puffy with swollen glands, and foot still hurts, so today's painting, scraping and rebuilding my office a slog. Lorraine doing governor training, but not too late. Beth back for a few hours too, before zooming off to look after Anton's house while he is in the US, and we all snapped down some beanjar. In the evening, the previous owner helped us decode the mystery of the washing machine plumbing. It means we have to take apart a substantial kitchen unit, and pass the outflow pipe from the washing machi...