Mr Blue Sky goes AWOL
Hugely needed rain for most of the day today, after yesterday's blaze. Off to Nia cafe for breakfast with Lorraine and First Matie. Unfortunately Nia had reverted to its usual shambles and breakfast took ages. However if you are with First Matie and Lorraine a slow breakfast is no bad thing.
Dodging through the rain in the Laines popping into a graduate show of photography, one shot of the inside of a doll's house with the disproportionately large cobweb in it was very fairy tale and lovely. Then off with Kate to buy a fetching silk dress, and a listen to some banjo-plucking buskers sing Mr Blue Sky in the rain. One had a bass banjo, which is something you don't see every day. Either way Mr Blue Sky was going through my head all day, even after Lorraine was playing a folky album by The Unthanks.
Fond farewells to First Matie at the station, before going home for an enjoyably leisurely rainy Sunday afternoon. Lorraine reading books about leadership, me tinkering with poems, and roasting a chicken and steaming many vegetables. Betty came around to scarf with us in something of a rainy mood, but perked up before long. Later Mark popped by too, having been working at Riddle & Finns all day. Beth soon cheery again before heading off to work at Eastbourne.
After Lorraine went home, a quiet and blameless night lapping at sparkling water with a squeeze of lemon.
Hugely needed rain for most of the day today, after yesterday's blaze. Off to Nia cafe for breakfast with Lorraine and First Matie. Unfortunately Nia had reverted to its usual shambles and breakfast took ages. However if you are with First Matie and Lorraine a slow breakfast is no bad thing.
Dodging through the rain in the Laines popping into a graduate show of photography, one shot of the inside of a doll's house with the disproportionately large cobweb in it was very fairy tale and lovely. Then off with Kate to buy a fetching silk dress, and a listen to some banjo-plucking buskers sing Mr Blue Sky in the rain. One had a bass banjo, which is something you don't see every day. Either way Mr Blue Sky was going through my head all day, even after Lorraine was playing a folky album by The Unthanks.
Fond farewells to First Matie at the station, before going home for an enjoyably leisurely rainy Sunday afternoon. Lorraine reading books about leadership, me tinkering with poems, and roasting a chicken and steaming many vegetables. Betty came around to scarf with us in something of a rainy mood, but perked up before long. Later Mark popped by too, having been working at Riddle & Finns all day. Beth soon cheery again before heading off to work at Eastbourne.
After Lorraine went home, a quiet and blameless night lapping at sparkling water with a squeeze of lemon.
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