To Hove for Operatic reasons

Clem still hard at it. The job has taken longer than he thought, but we are going to give him a bit more. It is a thing of beauty though, although it does mean that the best part of my concentration, the morning is undermined.

Tom arrived this morning, Lorraine's nephew and one of Ken's sons. He has a job working at Gatwick and will be staying here once in a while. He arrived and pretty much went straight to bed, and after a chat at about five he made off to work again. A nice friendly guy. Interesting how Pat, his grandfather used to be in the RAF and work on aircraft, and Tom does, and Derek in Finland's son Jason is also working with aircraft in the UK too.

In the afternoon, I walked off to Hove for operatic reasons. To see Helen, and listen to the material she'd written. It has been a tough year for her the section she'd been writing was a struggle. The new music sounds very interesting though, and I said the struggle had paid off.

She gave me a bottle of pink wine too, simply to thank me for being her librettist, which was  unexpected and nice. Walked home. The heat wave continuing. Clem with just one or two more bits to do. It got so hot, he simply called it a day early. Luckily his commute is simply next door.

Home and Dawn came around for dinner tonight. In fact she brought much of the food with her, and we had a really good evening chatting with her, some of which was about relationships, what with Dawn being free again.  She is so easy to talk to, and I feel very fond of her. It's nice when your parter's mates become your mates too.

Below a pigeon pitstop in Hove.


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