Walking and talking
Up and went off to buy some breakfast stuff, and Lorraine, Beth John and myself lurked about this morning eating breakfast. Beth poorly with something, I am selfishly hoping not to catch in time for my pamphlet launch this week.
Went for a walk and talk with Lorraine this afternoon, and peered at a promising house that is coming on the market next week, and discussed many things. Trying to lift our heads out of the House Move Hell and get some perspective, and think of others. Hoping that Toby and Romy are coping, having to sort out everything after Hiroko's funeral, which was attended by 600 people.
Popped in to see Janet and Ken as we were passing too. Hus was there, hugely relieved that his daughter is back in Italy after being over here and going missing several times for days in a row into the wonders of Brighton. Apparently while missing, she was featured on local TV, facebook, radio and so on news - and apparently has no concept of the hell she put Hus and Janet and Ken through.
In the evening a delicious roast cooked by Lorraine, and a chat with Mum on FaceTime who had been to the Royal Academy Show yesterday with her pal Pat.
Below Calliope watches the shadows of birds on a frosted window, and reflects on Plato's allegory of the cave and her perception of reality.
Went for a walk and talk with Lorraine this afternoon, and peered at a promising house that is coming on the market next week, and discussed many things. Trying to lift our heads out of the House Move Hell and get some perspective, and think of others. Hoping that Toby and Romy are coping, having to sort out everything after Hiroko's funeral, which was attended by 600 people.
Popped in to see Janet and Ken as we were passing too. Hus was there, hugely relieved that his daughter is back in Italy after being over here and going missing several times for days in a row into the wonders of Brighton. Apparently while missing, she was featured on local TV, facebook, radio and so on news - and apparently has no concept of the hell she put Hus and Janet and Ken through.
In the evening a delicious roast cooked by Lorraine, and a chat with Mum on FaceTime who had been to the Royal Academy Show yesterday with her pal Pat.
Below Calliope watches the shadows of birds on a frosted window, and reflects on Plato's allegory of the cave and her perception of reality.
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