Back in the Basketmakers

A slow start to the day. I sloped off to the butchers, to buy cheese and bread and to enquire about chicken livers for Betty. Betty a big glum as her heel, which felt a good deal better after her last intervention by the podiatrist, is suddenly worse again. After a large breakfast Lorraine and I bussed into town with Sam and Jade. Nice to chat to Sam, who is in the throes of getting his PhD application approved, and may stay at Leeds to do it, or go to Glasgow or Birmingham. His proposal on the philosophy of language has met an enthusiastic response which is good.

Then we melted into town, Lorraine and I mooching about the busy Laines, buying a nice scarf from Gresham Blake for Sam among other bits. The piano player dressed as a muppet, the bird whistle seller, and other Brighton characters all firmly in place in the festive bustle. Weirdly warm though.

Later we reconvened with Sam and Jade in the Basketmakers which was extremely busy and noisy. But is the family's pub, and where Gary drank too when he lived nearby. Beth joined us there. I was pleased when Jade managed, in the face of stiff opposition, seize a good table in the corner. Here we had some food and the atmosphere calmed down a bit for us to talk. Exceedingly nice to be glugging a few pints of Seafarers.

John popped in briefly then went off to a gig. Then Sam's old schoolfriend, also called John, joined us. I liked John, who is studying international relations at university having been with the RAF for five years. He came home with us in a big taxi. More chats at home, before Lorraine and I gave in to our tiredness and went to bed, leaving the young 'uns to it.

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