A thunderous wakening
Amazing thunderstorm from about 6:30 in the morning and lasting for a couple of hours with one strike being very close indeed, perhaps hitting the viaduct almost overhead. There was hail too, particularly over in Hove, where it was photographed in drifts like snow. Much flooding around the area, and Worthing Station became unusable due to flooding. The cats both apprehensive and hanging about with us. Calliope hiding under the bed at one point.
Lorraine working at home today, so a comparative lie in would have been possible if it were not for the heavenly affray. I busied myself with poetry as I seem to be in a purple patch, also sending a submission off, paying my tax bill, creeping off to the gym (where I did half an hour and left feeling a bit swimmy headed) and, shamefully, got around to sending a poem I had done for Craig and Mel's wedding off to the printers to give it to them as a framed gift two years later.
Expecting to be phoned to do some freelance today, but this didn't happen. But as I am nudging into holiday mode now this is not too concerning.
Spoke to Janet who had set off to see a Matisse exhibition up in London this afternoon, but instead slipped over and cut her leg near the station, and was forced to return home and spend the afternoon with her leg up. Lorraine and I had a walk in the park this evening ejoyably talking about the kinds of flowers we want in our new garden and if we want curtains or blinds etc. despite it spotting with rain here and there. We went home to watch two episodes of the marvellous The Wire.
Back in diet mode, determined to shed the weight I put back on last week.
Below a photo stolen from the Brighton Argus see here for more pics of lightning in Brighton.
Lorraine working at home today, so a comparative lie in would have been possible if it were not for the heavenly affray. I busied myself with poetry as I seem to be in a purple patch, also sending a submission off, paying my tax bill, creeping off to the gym (where I did half an hour and left feeling a bit swimmy headed) and, shamefully, got around to sending a poem I had done for Craig and Mel's wedding off to the printers to give it to them as a framed gift two years later.
Expecting to be phoned to do some freelance today, but this didn't happen. But as I am nudging into holiday mode now this is not too concerning.
Spoke to Janet who had set off to see a Matisse exhibition up in London this afternoon, but instead slipped over and cut her leg near the station, and was forced to return home and spend the afternoon with her leg up. Lorraine and I had a walk in the park this evening ejoyably talking about the kinds of flowers we want in our new garden and if we want curtains or blinds etc. despite it spotting with rain here and there. We went home to watch two episodes of the marvellous The Wire.
Back in diet mode, determined to shed the weight I put back on last week.
Below a photo stolen from the Brighton Argus see here for more pics of lightning in Brighton.
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