A day's holiday
Spent hours wandering about in the sun with Lorraine. Across to Hove town hall to buy parking vouchers. Sauntering through parks and backstreets while I told the lucky Lorraine the entire story of The End of the Affair. Under my straw hat, found myself feeling as if I were on holiday, and more relaxed than I have been for weeks. The summer suck may be over.
We went into the Gallery cafe where Wayne was working, and as they weren't too busy spent time chatting to him sipping coffee and elderflower and apple juice, and falling into conversation with a Hungarian woman who was showing Wayne her art photographs. Wayne is one of those people who makes you feel at home and welcome, and as the sun streamed through the windows the impression of being on holiday was magnified.
Milled back into Brighton, via paint shops, to The Giggling Squid Thai restaurant, laughing it up over a cheap and tasty light lunch. Then returned to the Old Church Hall where I shall be moving next week, discussing shelves and colours and cat politics and other matters. Then back to the Twitten where Lorraine began constructing plans for shelves on a computer spreadsheets. We talked an incredible amount about shelves. Thank God Wallender came on, and we broke off from shelf talk to watch cops sigh a good deal as a Swedish femme fatale efficiently went about murdering people with a long knife.
Spent hours wandering about in the sun with Lorraine. Across to Hove town hall to buy parking vouchers. Sauntering through parks and backstreets while I told the lucky Lorraine the entire story of The End of the Affair. Under my straw hat, found myself feeling as if I were on holiday, and more relaxed than I have been for weeks. The summer suck may be over.
We went into the Gallery cafe where Wayne was working, and as they weren't too busy spent time chatting to him sipping coffee and elderflower and apple juice, and falling into conversation with a Hungarian woman who was showing Wayne her art photographs. Wayne is one of those people who makes you feel at home and welcome, and as the sun streamed through the windows the impression of being on holiday was magnified.
Milled back into Brighton, via paint shops, to The Giggling Squid Thai restaurant, laughing it up over a cheap and tasty light lunch. Then returned to the Old Church Hall where I shall be moving next week, discussing shelves and colours and cat politics and other matters. Then back to the Twitten where Lorraine began constructing plans for shelves on a computer spreadsheets. We talked an incredible amount about shelves. Thank God Wallender came on, and we broke off from shelf talk to watch cops sigh a good deal as a Swedish femme fatale efficiently went about murdering people with a long knife.
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