Strolling about
Mum, who had been drinking wine steadily last night as she chatted to everyone, was bright as a button this morning. Her #1 son in contrast felt rather shabby. Things improved with a large bowl of muesli and a refreshing walk by the sea. Stopped at The Meeting Place for a reviving cup of tea in the sun looking at the sea and dogs hurtling about over the pebbles. As we did this I completely forgot to help Betty remove the props from the theatre. Luckily she managed it on her own and forgave me.
Later after walking back into Brighton lunched at The Giggling Squid. Rather nice Thai tapas and fruit juice, with an entertaining gurning baby on the next table. Home, and I escorted Mum back to the station (due to a Police request) and made sure she boarded the London train.
In the evening strolled down to Lorraine's house. Let myself in to find Lorraine, Pat and Maureen all asleep on the sofa. Out soon for a curry (diet starts again next week) with Pat and Maureen, Lorraine's folks, plus Betty and her pal Jo. Everyone rather tired, but good fun. The waiter wanting to send Lorraine his PhD thesis for her to read, which was rather sweet - if a little above and beyond the call of duty.
Watched the video recording of the show before going to bed. The critical side of me kicking in and wincing here and there. But really happy there is at least some record of the night.
Sad to hear yesterday that Spike, a real Brighton character Lorraine and I had spent an evening with in the Brighton Tavern last year, had died. Spike had a rat called Mr Coombes he kept in his pocket and made sexual advances to both Lorraine and me during the evening. He was catholic in his tastes.
I'm happy. There seem so many possibilities and opportunities right now. But first... I need a little quiet time.
Below a seagull looking at a starfish prior to eating it. Unclear if the starfish is looking back, although it may have been preparing an armed response.
Mum, who had been drinking wine steadily last night as she chatted to everyone, was bright as a button this morning. Her #1 son in contrast felt rather shabby. Things improved with a large bowl of muesli and a refreshing walk by the sea. Stopped at The Meeting Place for a reviving cup of tea in the sun looking at the sea and dogs hurtling about over the pebbles. As we did this I completely forgot to help Betty remove the props from the theatre. Luckily she managed it on her own and forgave me.
Later after walking back into Brighton lunched at The Giggling Squid. Rather nice Thai tapas and fruit juice, with an entertaining gurning baby on the next table. Home, and I escorted Mum back to the station (due to a Police request) and made sure she boarded the London train.
In the evening strolled down to Lorraine's house. Let myself in to find Lorraine, Pat and Maureen all asleep on the sofa. Out soon for a curry (diet starts again next week) with Pat and Maureen, Lorraine's folks, plus Betty and her pal Jo. Everyone rather tired, but good fun. The waiter wanting to send Lorraine his PhD thesis for her to read, which was rather sweet - if a little above and beyond the call of duty.
Watched the video recording of the show before going to bed. The critical side of me kicking in and wincing here and there. But really happy there is at least some record of the night.
Sad to hear yesterday that Spike, a real Brighton character Lorraine and I had spent an evening with in the Brighton Tavern last year, had died. Spike had a rat called Mr Coombes he kept in his pocket and made sexual advances to both Lorraine and me during the evening. He was catholic in his tastes.
I'm happy. There seem so many possibilities and opportunities right now. But first... I need a little quiet time.
Below a seagull looking at a starfish prior to eating it. Unclear if the starfish is looking back, although it may have been preparing an armed response.
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