Opening doors
Saturday morning at Lorraine's, walked home to feed Calliope and fix her cat flap. Some time ago another cat, sporting a catflap magnet, came in. I kicked the catflap door to scare it, but instead the catflap burst spilling magnets, springs, batteries etc. I replaced this today, with Calliope watching attentively. By coincidence, the evil intruding cat I chased into the yard naked with a carving fork the other night tried to sneak in later, but the catflap barred him. All good.
Richard has been networking like crazy in Guernsey. Looks like Thursday and Friday next week will be busy for the launch, as he and Jane have arranged a book signing on Friday Lunchtime in the Guernsey Press Shop in St Peter Port. Thursday, with luck, there will be a radio appearance in the morning to precede the launch at 5:30pm. And thanks to Richard, the book is already on sale in the island, and there may be some interest in the paper too. All rather exciting.
In the afternoon met Matt in The Basketmakers Arms (for all our business must be done there, and they will need a blue plaque there at some point) to meet James Turnbull. James works as a producer. He had an interesting chat with him about next steps for staging This concert... He'd seen the show, loved it and thought it was an original concept. Very switched on guy, and I liked him.
Matt and I also discussing that we should create a name for our various plans and schemes, Matt suggesting Calliope Productions, as he has fallen under the spell of my weasel. Some quaffing of Summer Ale. Lorraine joined us for a beer or two, and then L and I went off to have some cheap Chinese grub before returning to the gold sofa for football and a snoozes.
Saturday morning at Lorraine's, walked home to feed Calliope and fix her cat flap. Some time ago another cat, sporting a catflap magnet, came in. I kicked the catflap door to scare it, but instead the catflap burst spilling magnets, springs, batteries etc. I replaced this today, with Calliope watching attentively. By coincidence, the evil intruding cat I chased into the yard naked with a carving fork the other night tried to sneak in later, but the catflap barred him. All good.
Richard has been networking like crazy in Guernsey. Looks like Thursday and Friday next week will be busy for the launch, as he and Jane have arranged a book signing on Friday Lunchtime in the Guernsey Press Shop in St Peter Port. Thursday, with luck, there will be a radio appearance in the morning to precede the launch at 5:30pm. And thanks to Richard, the book is already on sale in the island, and there may be some interest in the paper too. All rather exciting.
In the afternoon met Matt in The Basketmakers Arms (for all our business must be done there, and they will need a blue plaque there at some point) to meet James Turnbull. James works as a producer. He had an interesting chat with him about next steps for staging This concert... He'd seen the show, loved it and thought it was an original concept. Very switched on guy, and I liked him.
Matt and I also discussing that we should create a name for our various plans and schemes, Matt suggesting Calliope Productions, as he has fallen under the spell of my weasel. Some quaffing of Summer Ale. Lorraine joined us for a beer or two, and then L and I went off to have some cheap Chinese grub before returning to the gold sofa for football and a snoozes.
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