On the buses, on the trains

Received an email this morning saying that one of my poems is going to be in a Guernsey bus, like an island version of poems on the underground. It would be lovely to see it, but unless I invest in a pair of incredibly powerful binoculars, that won't happen till next year.

Cheerfully off with Lorraine to London see Mum and Mase in Edgware. En route, Lorraine left one of her bags on the train, with clothes make up and so on in it. And we didn't realise until we had arrived.

Mum is close to being finished on the chemotherapy. And it will be really great when this happens, but she is doing fine despite being somewhat worn out from all the treatments, and dealing with Salty the kitten. All white except for its tail. It has very pink nose and ears, and lets out an affronted lamb-like bleat when you pick it up. He lives in the lap of luxury, and has many toys and is constantly tempted with dainties, which may explain its round belly.

In the afternoon, I had a nice chat with Mason in a cafe while Lorraine bought replacement makeup and clothes. Mason slipped away to buy her another one bottle of perfume too, which was very kind. Then he drove us back home to have a big Mexican feed and chat about stuff, and we all sat about by the fire watching some old episodes of Frasier.