A cheeky interlude

Working this morning, attempting some poetry but instead of working up half decent poems into gems, I seem to be breaking them completely. Frustrating when this happens. Lorraine off having her hair cut, and then having a bite to eat with Rosie.  After the futile poetry business, I spoke to Mum via the wonder of FaceTime, then in the afternoon visited Janet and Ken, en route banking a random windfall cheque of £300 which arrived today.

Nice to see Janet looking well after her first week of radiotherapy, and to chat with Ken. The Tibetan gardener wasn't cheap apparently, although their garden looked smart. For all talk at the moment leads to gardens. Lorraine joined us there too, and we all chatted, ate fancies and drank tea.

Lorraine and I walked home but found ourselves stopping in the Preston Park Tavern for a cheeky beer. Lorraine now visibly relaxing, which is good to see and although we were only there briefly it was a really happy time. Being Lorraine, however, she also chased up what had happened to Beth's application to work there - and found her CV had simply been lost, and that they needed people still.

Home feeling cheery, then Beth back with the news that she has an audition for a show called Jurassic Lark.