under another sun

My full collection is done. I reverted to an earlier title, One Day Forever . Today I read through the thing for the 1000th time, making a few last minute tweaks before printing it. It is a good collection. It is an examination of how memory, with is often unreliable and prone to confabulations, affects and sometimes undermines who we think we are, its tone is serious but there are one or two laughs. It's in five sections: Origin Stories, Gordon Road, The Moth Display, Interlude with Mirrors, and One Day Forever. I wrote a covering letter for it and as the place I first intend to send it demands hard copies, printed everting up. All I need now is a binder. I literally had dozens of these but threw them all out a couple of years ago, in an anti hoarding putsch. The result is in the lap of the gods, but when it comes to the poetry part, I know have done my best. Lorraine the luxury of a pottery day today. She was working really hard on a pot which she thought not good enough at the e...

A cooler night. A relaxed day, not able to do too much due to the heatwave. Sitting companionably outside with Lorraine, before I went off to the air conditioned gym early in the afternoon. I seem to be losing a bit of weight and toning up, but the gut is making a magnificent last stand, and if anything has become even more prominent as the rest of be gets back into shape. Sigh.  Late afternoon L and I drove off to Squirrel's End, and had dinner in the garden with Beth, James and Enzo and Micky the cat under the gazebo, which is still standing despite the wind, in their lovely garden. Nice summery salads and chicken, washed down with, for me, a cold lager. Enzo splashing delightedly in his little pool. All well. Getting the little boy off to sleep is a bit challenging however, and the answer seems to be take him for a drive, which Beth and James did after we'd left. 

A phone call at 3:30am and Lorraine had to drive to Stratheden Court. There was no point me going too, but then I couldn't sleep, so I was up till when Lorraine got home an hour later.  Another heatwave scorcher, though the air was slightly cooler this afternoon and at night. An omen of the coming catastrophe. Feeling powerless to change anything is the disease of the age. In W.B.Yeats's lines 'The best lack all conviction, while the worst / are full of passionate intensity'. Still, mustn't grumble, eh? Otherwise a perfectly nice day for us, after we got up late. Heat lethargy and disrupted sleep meant we didn't do much. Breakfast, and sitting outside in the shade and breeze. I tried to do some writing, but I find it very hard to concentrate for very long. Mum and Toby went to Hampstead today, though the train line to Hampstead wasn't working for some reason. Probably to do with the heat. They are busy next week till Thursday, so I will go up, and I will ret...

Very hot. Enervated by the heat, and not up to much. Wished Romy a happy birthday. I did stuff about the house and garden first thing. Carrying compost and moving the withered potatoes out of the sun. Then as Robin had sent me some useful feedback on my full poetry collection, I um-ed and ah-ed about this for a while. The working title for a while has been Did This Happen? and I've been increasingly disliking it. Robin agrees it doesn't do it justice. So I am putting it into the airlock and opening the space doors on it.  Into the studio this afternoon. Lorraine pottering about. Me experimenting with things. Had a bit of a funny turn sitting by the window, when my eyes suddenly had double vision. Drank lots of water and everything came quickly back into focus. Naturally I thought the worst, but Lorraine was on hand to radiate calm. It was very hot in there. Drank lots of water afterwards and felt right as rain. Rebooting tonight, we spoke to Adele and Patrick, Guy, Debbie and R...

Spoke to the Tobster and Mum. Toby having arrived first thing this morning, and now facing the double whammy of jet lag and monstrous heat. Looking forward to seeing him soon. A day with the baby boy for us. Lorraine is so brilliant with him. Seeing him drinking out of a pint glass today was a new one. To the gym again this afternoon. It's cooler there than outside. Enjoyed it. Otherwise politics amusing for a change. Farage in some populist stunt has resigned his MP's seat at Clacton on Sea, home to a depressing number of swivel eyed bigots.  He is forcing a bye election, in the expectation of being re-elected, thus in his mind anyway making the allegations about money and sleaze go away. Seeing through this nonsense, the other major parties declined to put up a candidate, except the independent Count Binface. Your current choice in Clacton is between a massive racist hypocrite or a rubbish bin. Let's hope he sends Farrage to the dustbin of history. Below a Count Binface p...

L and I up early, as Sylwia had to be early today. After breakfast L went off to do Rhymetime and see Pat and Maureen, and I manacled myself to the desk and finally finished my edit of the Will Harris interview. Then the gym and home to talk to Lorraine, and do a bit of idling, it being too hot to do much. Spoke to Mum, who had Ben around. Lorraine and I wandered down to the greenhouse, really noticeable after not looking for a couple of days, how everything is burgeoning. Below a nice snap I took of one of the gulls through the roof light this morning. 

Up to Edgware today, the next heatwave building ominously now. An easy journey, managing to use my laptop a couple of times, and met Mum early at Hampstead. She thought she was going to be late, as when she stood up to get off the train, the doors only opened for a few seconds before they pushed off to the Belsize Park. Luckily she got off there and came back. We flitted down Flask walk, seeking shadows, and made it turning the corner by the school, up to The White Bear. Mum had a pea and lovage soup and I had a fancy fish finger type sandwich and a couple of pints of cold lager. We were saying the next time we go there we have to meet the Tobster too, whose arrival later this week is keenly awaited. We parted fairly early, and I was able to get home for 5:30 which was nice. Had some grub and after watching the interesting end of the Argentina Egypt game, with Argentina coming back from two down to win 3-2 in the last fifteen minutes. Then I went for a cooling saunter by the sea, as Lo...

Unprecedented scenes this morning, with Lorraine and I watching TV over breakfast: highlights of England's unexpected victory over Mexico at the Azteca Stadium. I felt sorry for the Mexicans, having met many nice ones on a trip to Mexico deep in the last century. A couple of hours editing this morning, almost finished editing the interview now. I notice hesitancy is contagious, and Will and I were setting each other off. No problem, as it all comes out in the edit. I liked him. At lunch off to Brighton by bus to get a haircut. Stacy in what Innis calls monkey mind mode, asking questions but barely listening to the answers. He never takes a holiday, and looked shattered. About to board a 12 back to Seaford, when a speedy 12x came on the bus stop board as being just three minutes away. Waited for the 12x which, being a phantom bus, never appeared. A long wait, reminding myself of my lifelong commuting credo: a bus or train that's actually here is better than a possible one. The g...

Beth and Enzo popping in this morning for a coffee and a chuckle. I went to the door, and again the little chap wriggled happily and held his arms out to me. It's impossible not to have your heart melted by this sort of thing. Beth and Enzo both in good spirits, so a lovely breakfast. A bit later, Lorraine and I set off for beautiful little village of Firle, just the other side of Lewes, to meet Dawn and Paul in The Ram for Sunday roast. They all had veggie stuff and no alcohol drink, I felt a bit like Oliver Reed having pork, and a pint of cold lager. Lovely to see Dawn of course, and I enjoyed chatting with Paul. They told us about a talk about Gaza they'd attended the night before, which had moved them lots. Also about Dawn's grandson Raffy now eight weeks old. Both he and Ellie and Russ doing well.   Having strapped on the nosebags, we went for a short walk. Paul and I were talking about all kinds of stuff, from generational trauma, to Paul telling me about the startlin...

A much-needed calm day, both feeling a bit tired. Slow breakfast, and a food shop (I always enjoy food shopping with Lorraine), Lorraine did some gardening, I went to the gym to atone for the last two evenings. Then studio. I am exploring in sketches what I am now beginning to write about. It accesses a different part of my brain -- which I should not find surprising after decades of image plus copy advertising, I don't really understand. I seem to learn the same things over and over throughout my life. I have a vague idea of doing a hybrid project, if I can get my art standard high enough. Spoke to Mum and arranged to see her in Hampstead next Tuesday. Arranged a haircut for Monday as it's all gone into clown mode. Air fried chicken tonight, with delicious beans I picked from the garden among the veg. Football tonight. An interesting game between France and Paraguay, who played with callous gamesmanship and thuggishness, and confined their beating to 1-0 because of it. France,...

Faffing about. Sent the tax things to Romy, who will kindly file them for me. This has been such a weight off my mind. Some tweaking of the new poem and wondering where it might lead me. Some more editing of the podcast, till I got bored. Laundry. Made off for the gym, but then left late, and half way there realised I didn't have my entrance card, and gave up the idea, as I'd arranged to meet Lorraine to go shopping, but she had to pick up Enzo early from nursery, and he hung out with us for a bit.   Rebooting tonight. Andrew and Kate there, which was nice. Patrick clearly bolstered by his musical trip to Ireland and playing a gig in the arts centre of his hometown, good to see Adele and Delores, and Andy, and a pal of Andy's and Kate and Andrews called Hilary. Enjoyed a few beers and my top hat not quite vertical when we all left. Below in the little wild patch of the garden, we have some teasels, which the insects love.

Good news on the Mum front... Having explored Mum's pension payment suspension problem with Chat GPT yesterday, which suggested one of the reasons for non-payment could have been her non-completion of a form which basically tells them she's still in good health. By coincidence this form arrived today, and she mum told me. she would complete and return it the same day. Once this is processed, normal service should be resumed. This is great. I'm discovering the only thing worse than bureaucracy is foreign bureaucracy.  Also this morning, I simply sat down and wrote a new poem, which I am pleased with, which is a sort of fever dream about the hatchling of a giant seagull egg. Not been writing much lately, but this felt decent.  Then a day with Enzo, who wriggled happily when he saw me, and held his arms out to be taken. It is a culture shock to see him crawling now, it's still slow but it's such a game changer already.  We went off to Drusilla's for lunch, and look...

A pinch and a punch for the start of the month. Romy has been marvellous and sent me a tax form, plus an outline letter to the California tax people to complete. This is brilliant. I also used Chat GPT to investigate mum's US widow's pension, and got lots of useful advice, although it also said we'd done all the right things so far, say what you like about AI but it is bloody useful in such circumstances. Spoke to Mum about it all. Gym again today, and pressed on with editing my long interview with Will Harris, which seems to be taking ages. Succumbed to the torture of watching England, we started to watch just after England were already one goal down to the Democratic Republic of Congo, who played really well. England ragged and as ever going through patches of appearing never to have been formally introduced to each other. But Harry Kane scored two goals late in the second half to save the day. Then went to play about in the studio with Lorraine afterwards. Lorraine happi...

Reasonably productive day, posted the power of attorney forms talking to the jolly ladies in the post office, and prepared and entered Gordon Road into another competition. A good gym session, shopping, and spoke to Mum at tea time. Also had a new creative idea percolating in the background. Lorraine off to personal trainer this morning, went walking with her old headteacher buddies after, then to pottery this evening, returning with some splendid pots. Another heatwave is coming next week apparently. Need to get an air conditioning unit if this is how things are now. Saw a photo of my head from behind. The area of concern has spread like a successful player in a game of Risk it has been annexing my scalp.    Below, pots made by Lorraine. The white one has been glazed but not fired yet. She is coming on in springs and somersaults. The lids fit snugly. She says she is good at lids.  

Off to Edgware this morning. Feeling positive, and having lots of creative ideas on the train. Sitting across a from a dad and his 3 year old boy from Lewes to Beast Croydon. They were sitting next to two women either side of the window, and though they didn't know each other were all soon chatting. I got drawn into it a bit when the boy poked a large stem of an umbellifer, perhaps cow parsley, across the aisle. He waggled it under my nose, and I sniffed it and we had a conversation about what it smelled like. Then he did it again, and I pretended to be a bee. The third time he did it, he shouted a gleeful poo-poo ! Very funny. Because of Enzo it felt more normal talking to the little boy and his dad.  Up to Mum, and as I arrived Ben was in his garage, and he was able to come across and sign after Wynford had been. LPA documents signed by mum and me too, and I will post them off tomorrow. I then spent some time with Mum's paperwork, digging through assorted documents, before Mu...

A busy Sunday. With Lorraine's adult supervision, I completed and printed the Lasting Power of Attorney documents out for mum to sign, and got in touch with Wynford and Ben to ask them to sign too tomorrow when I go up. Wynford: Yes, Ben: I'll try and see what I can do, which I'm hoping means yes too. Also some admin about my tolerance for financial risk for my savings had to be sent off too. Lorraine and I are very much medium-low risk people when it comes to finance. Anyway doing this kind of admin early on made me feel happy once it was done. Delores breezed in later (a breath of fresh air as she had been walking in the Forest) to borrow the strimmer and to laugh loudly in the kitchen.   Some gardening. I poked about in the pond. I think all the fish are gone now. There was the great egret devastation, and I don't know if it popped back to eat the last two, of the unbelievable heat did them a mischief, but I couldn't see any in there, while I cut back some of the...

A saunter around Seaford this morning, popped in to see Pat and Maureen, who were struggling with iPlayer. Then had a walk around town, popping in to Gallery Uno to see our friends Adele and Debbie's work among others.  Off to Squirrel's End late this afternoon where we hung out with Beth and James and the baby boy, who was in sparkling form. We also celebrated Beth and James being parents for a year, and James's recent successful year's review. He is doing excellently, despite starting days after Enzo was born, and life being full on for both of them.  Lorraine and I had been talking off and on about trying a nostalgic doner kebab, as I can't remember having one for at least a decade.  Delicious Doner Seaford has a good reputation. Beth decided to make it happen, and we got a delivery meal from them and drank sparking wine (I stuck to beer mostly) and simply talked all evening, and it was really fun.  Lorraine and I had large doner kebabs, they were huge and stuffe...

Somewhat cooler in Seaford today, we had a bit of sea fret which cooled things down nicely. Got up early to sit in my study, at my desk in a cooling draft, and finding I could concentrate again.  Meanwhile poor Mum still sweltering  in Edgware, but she is battling through it. After an early lunch the joy of being able to walk to the gym without getting hot and bothered. Lovely stuff. I've experienced hotter temperatures than these before in other countries, but something about the humidity was just too much to bear.  Back from the gym, but a story rejection took the wind out of my sails for a bit. But I soon perked up as in the evening I met Lorraine in the Boot early, as she came straight from Pat and Maureen. Just us which was actually really nice, then and Melissa and Chris came and sat with us briefly until our food came. I like their meet cute... Melissa beating grouse out of the undergrowth towards the guns, one of which was Chris. Then Chris and Julie arrived short...

It all boils down to the weather. Another record day which is killing people across Europe.  I am finding it hard to get anything done, the heat brings a weird kind of lethargy with it. An ominous time.  Even hanging some washing on the line around noon made me feel wussy. Mostly I lurked in shadows, editing the podcast interview, and a few other things -- so wasn't completely unproductive. Bumped going to Brighton to see Anton this evening.  The breeding gulls on the roof seem to have had some calamity. I think one of the two young fell off landing next door, and the gull that hates me is not at its usual station on the roof, and I can't see either of the two young. Much as I resent being dive bombed and screamed at, I feel sorry about this.   Beth and Enzo here today. Beth sounding businesslike as she worked in he dining room, but was able to hang out with us for lunch in the garden. Beth expanding on her theory that there was nothing nicer in a sandwich than thin ...