Displacements
A very enjoyable day, but not one in which much work happened. Trekked late from Lorraine's house to my own, and started work at a reprehensible 9:20. Glad I'd taken my hiking pole with a jabby end, as the streets are treacherously icy, climbing up hills coated with thick ice not a happy experience for generously proportioned gentleman with a high centre of gravity.
A long and enjoyable chat on the theme of island madness with Richard this morning, then after several displacements, off at lunchtime to walk gingerly up to see Janet and Ken, to drop off some milk (as they'd sensibly avoided the icy streets) and their copy of A Guernsey Double, and Ken gave me a copy of his new translation Letters to Madame The Marchioness of P * * * * on Opera. (Attributed to the Abbe Gabriel Bonnnot de Mably 1709 - 1785). We also had a nice cup of tea, where I was shown a portrait of Rossi, their ginger cat.
Then home. Mum called me just after I stepped into the door, having promised to go outside and break ice with neighbours. While talking to her, Calliope trotted proudly downstairs with a freshly caught dead sparrow in her savage maw. Further investigation revealed a gory, feather-bestrewn crime scene under my desk. Lovely.
Then some time shattering the ice in the Twitten with a garden fork (strangely therapeutic) while chatting with my neighbour Hilary.
Matt came by to collect the latest version of the words for the Opera, and seemed to be straining at the leash to get on with it. But he had time for a tea and a chat, and was over-nice to Calliope who was in disgrace.
Then off for some shopping with Lorraine this afternoon for Anna's birthday. Still bitterly cold. Out again to meet Anna, Anton and Brian, Sam and Martin in Pub du Vin, which was nice but pricey. And off to Warung Tujuh in Pool Valley an excellent little Indonesian restaurant for a cheerful chat. While we were eating a strong sea wind sprung up and brought with it much milder air and a surprisingly rapid thaw. A skid free stroll home.
A very enjoyable day, but not one in which much work happened. Trekked late from Lorraine's house to my own, and started work at a reprehensible 9:20. Glad I'd taken my hiking pole with a jabby end, as the streets are treacherously icy, climbing up hills coated with thick ice not a happy experience for generously proportioned gentleman with a high centre of gravity.
A long and enjoyable chat on the theme of island madness with Richard this morning, then after several displacements, off at lunchtime to walk gingerly up to see Janet and Ken, to drop off some milk (as they'd sensibly avoided the icy streets) and their copy of A Guernsey Double, and Ken gave me a copy of his new translation Letters to Madame The Marchioness of P * * * * on Opera. (Attributed to the Abbe Gabriel Bonnnot de Mably 1709 - 1785). We also had a nice cup of tea, where I was shown a portrait of Rossi, their ginger cat.
Then home. Mum called me just after I stepped into the door, having promised to go outside and break ice with neighbours. While talking to her, Calliope trotted proudly downstairs with a freshly caught dead sparrow in her savage maw. Further investigation revealed a gory, feather-bestrewn crime scene under my desk. Lovely.
Then some time shattering the ice in the Twitten with a garden fork (strangely therapeutic) while chatting with my neighbour Hilary.
Matt came by to collect the latest version of the words for the Opera, and seemed to be straining at the leash to get on with it. But he had time for a tea and a chat, and was over-nice to Calliope who was in disgrace.
Then off for some shopping with Lorraine this afternoon for Anna's birthday. Still bitterly cold. Out again to meet Anna, Anton and Brian, Sam and Martin in Pub du Vin, which was nice but pricey. And off to Warung Tujuh in Pool Valley an excellent little Indonesian restaurant for a cheerful chat. While we were eating a strong sea wind sprung up and brought with it much milder air and a surprisingly rapid thaw. A skid free stroll home.
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