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A stormingly good morning's work on my manuscript, after a good night's sleep. I am delighted with the way things are progressing - the poems are now fitting together like pieces in a jigsaw. After this morning, I know what the picture is on the lid, and can see what needs to be done. It is working better than I had hoped.
Off in the afternoon, feeling exceedingly pleased with myself, for a breath of air. A bright and beautiful day, and walked down to the sea as normal. The thousands of pieces of wood are still there, but this being Brighton people are beginning to do things with them, such as make huge words from them, or wigwam, or a wooden phallus. Wandered onto the pier and watched a gull snatching chips from a woman's hand and other pier life.
Sophie was working in Brighton this afternoon. We had a drink in The Saint James pub, and then a cheeky early evening meal in a restaurant called Pomegranate, where they happened to be playing Greek music which put Sophie in an excellent mood, and soon talking to the waitress and so on. We had a great time, steadily mopping up Mediterranean foods. We were both in excellent moods, me due to the fact that I am about to become the greatest living English poet and Sophie because she had just secured a new deal for her PR business.
Put Sophie onto a train and then home, and a nice chat with Lorraine. An excellent day.
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A stormingly good morning's work on my manuscript, after a good night's sleep. I am delighted with the way things are progressing - the poems are now fitting together like pieces in a jigsaw. After this morning, I know what the picture is on the lid, and can see what needs to be done. It is working better than I had hoped.
Off in the afternoon, feeling exceedingly pleased with myself, for a breath of air. A bright and beautiful day, and walked down to the sea as normal. The thousands of pieces of wood are still there, but this being Brighton people are beginning to do things with them, such as make huge words from them, or wigwam, or a wooden phallus. Wandered onto the pier and watched a gull snatching chips from a woman's hand and other pier life.
Sophie was working in Brighton this afternoon. We had a drink in The Saint James pub, and then a cheeky early evening meal in a restaurant called Pomegranate, where they happened to be playing Greek music which put Sophie in an excellent mood, and soon talking to the waitress and so on. We had a great time, steadily mopping up Mediterranean foods. We were both in excellent moods, me due to the fact that I am about to become the greatest living English poet and Sophie because she had just secured a new deal for her PR business.
Put Sophie onto a train and then home, and a nice chat with Lorraine. An excellent day.
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