Mooching with the Tobster
Feeling in a holiday mood, mooching about with Toby in Brighton under a perfect blue sky. He scored an excellent pair of black shoes and we drifted about stopping for coffee and lengthy, wide-ranging chats.
Home again in the afternoon, Lorraine working at home while Claudia lurked downstairs in the teenage dark, watching Criminal Minds, according to Claudia the best show on TV, which the Tobster and I watched with her. Claudia back to Maureen and Pat, then home to Finland this week. I really enjoyed meeting Claudia again. Betty working away from home for a few days.
A train to Hove and met Matt, who made us walk to The Sussex Cricketer next to Sussex cricket ground. Had a brief but decisive conversation about our new music and words project. We were soon joined by Lorraine, before Toby Matt and I gave in to basking in the beer garden and observing 10,000 flying ants and numerous cricket fans having a wet before watching a limited overs game. Toby telling Matt his true story of living next door to Dorothea Puente when he lived in Sacramento. Puente was a serial killer, perfectly disguised as a kindly older woman, who disposed of the dead bodies in the front garden. Her book Cooking with a Serial Killer is worth seeing on Amazon too.
Soon joined by Wayne, whose new job is going well. There was a barbecue in the garden, we availed ourselves of burgers. I had a sensible veggie one. Home by bus, looking at the sea which looked as white blue as the sky, tinged with peach at the horizon. Summer, where have you been all this time?
Home again in the afternoon, Lorraine working at home while Claudia lurked downstairs in the teenage dark, watching Criminal Minds, according to Claudia the best show on TV, which the Tobster and I watched with her. Claudia back to Maureen and Pat, then home to Finland this week. I really enjoyed meeting Claudia again. Betty working away from home for a few days.
A train to Hove and met Matt, who made us walk to The Sussex Cricketer next to Sussex cricket ground. Had a brief but decisive conversation about our new music and words project. We were soon joined by Lorraine, before Toby Matt and I gave in to basking in the beer garden and observing 10,000 flying ants and numerous cricket fans having a wet before watching a limited overs game. Toby telling Matt his true story of living next door to Dorothea Puente when he lived in Sacramento. Puente was a serial killer, perfectly disguised as a kindly older woman, who disposed of the dead bodies in the front garden. Her book Cooking with a Serial Killer is worth seeing on Amazon too.
Soon joined by Wayne, whose new job is going well. There was a barbecue in the garden, we availed ourselves of burgers. I had a sensible veggie one. Home by bus, looking at the sea which looked as white blue as the sky, tinged with peach at the horizon. Summer, where have you been all this time?
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