Samurai and Scooby snacks
Up with the sparrows, and after making Lorraine a nice cup of tea, felt really odd not to be writing the novel. Nice note from Joan, who has agreed to look at Skelton, and she sent a picture of an imperious looking Lucky Jim. Also wrote to Catriona who told me she was celebrating her 60th birthday this weekend. She is very glamourous. 60 is the new 40 I think. I'm sure that opinion will be even firmer when it's my turn.
Lorraine cooked us some yummy bacon and egg sandwiches, then I rushed off to the station and caught my train to London by the skin of my teeth. A complicated journey due to track works. The tube was hot and sweaty, only enlivened by a pair of glamorous transvestites, one with an enormous pink beehive in the carriage. It was a Gay Pride march today in London.
Mas picked me up at Mill Hill. As we arrived at home, local man who has some sort of mental disability, who has frequent conversations with Mas about cars, wandered over and obsessively fingered Mason's windscreen. He often knocks on the door and is very persistent in wanting to talk about cars. Once inside, we all spent the afternoon chatting, drinking tea and eating a variety of scoobie snacks. Mum showed me her guitar, one of south Korea's finest, bought for a mere twenty of the Queen's pounds in a charity shop.
Also cheered by a text from Lorraine who has begun to read Skelton Yawngrave. She really likes it! And as someone who is working in education says it is age appropriate for ten year olds etc. Whew! The first feedback in over a year is positive.
Heroically Toby fixed Mum's computer too, which was a good thing. In the evening after supper we all settled down to watch the original Seven Samurai in glorious black and white. And excellent (if shouty) it was too.
Felt very tired tonight, and grateful to settle down into the airnest (airbed + pillows).
Up with the sparrows, and after making Lorraine a nice cup of tea, felt really odd not to be writing the novel. Nice note from Joan, who has agreed to look at Skelton, and she sent a picture of an imperious looking Lucky Jim. Also wrote to Catriona who told me she was celebrating her 60th birthday this weekend. She is very glamourous. 60 is the new 40 I think. I'm sure that opinion will be even firmer when it's my turn.
Lorraine cooked us some yummy bacon and egg sandwiches, then I rushed off to the station and caught my train to London by the skin of my teeth. A complicated journey due to track works. The tube was hot and sweaty, only enlivened by a pair of glamorous transvestites, one with an enormous pink beehive in the carriage. It was a Gay Pride march today in London.
Mas picked me up at Mill Hill. As we arrived at home, local man who has some sort of mental disability, who has frequent conversations with Mas about cars, wandered over and obsessively fingered Mason's windscreen. He often knocks on the door and is very persistent in wanting to talk about cars. Once inside, we all spent the afternoon chatting, drinking tea and eating a variety of scoobie snacks. Mum showed me her guitar, one of south Korea's finest, bought for a mere twenty of the Queen's pounds in a charity shop.
Also cheered by a text from Lorraine who has begun to read Skelton Yawngrave. She really likes it! And as someone who is working in education says it is age appropriate for ten year olds etc. Whew! The first feedback in over a year is positive.
Heroically Toby fixed Mum's computer too, which was a good thing. In the evening after supper we all settled down to watch the original Seven Samurai in glorious black and white. And excellent (if shouty) it was too.
Felt very tired tonight, and grateful to settle down into the airnest (airbed + pillows).
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