Ghoulish
Up early. Sent a long poem into Island Review. Did house stuff. Worked on book proposal. Then off to Hove to meet Madeline at Janet's house. We tidied the place up, and went through boxes of documents to see what was what. Lots of academic papers Janet had written, and lots of stuff for making embroidery. Tried to make the place look welcoming and inhabitable. Then Madeline brought me lunch nearby, in a lovely tapas-style meal in Fourth & Church. Nice to get to know her a bit better.
Then back to the house, and pleased that it gave such a better feeling when we walked in. The man from Uden called around for a valuation, one of three Madeline is obliged to get. Anton had recommended him as being a gentleman.
A bit more tidying and identifying things in boxes. Sad to be going through Janet's stuff like this and coming upon photos of her and Ken in happy times. Fond farewell with Madeline and then home to continue work. Spoke to Betty about possibly doing some cleaning in Janet's house, but for some reason I was quite pleased we decided against it. The idea of Betty alone there made me feel odd, which is ridiculous. Probably been reading too many horror stories lately.
I spoke to Anton, who said the man from Udon had called to thank him. Anton hilarious about going to meet white coated tinnitus specialists in London, with a group of intolerable fellow sufferers.
The streets alive with little children, and both houses either side had halloween decorations up so were thronging with excitable tiny witches, skeletons and and ghouls of all sorts with their parents. One of the parents Lorraine and I saw later was a spider thin man dressed in black lycra with a ski-mask style hood covering his whole face. He was being, I think, The Slender Man and I found him genuinely creepy.
Lorraine came home early after a hideous day, we sloped out to chat in the Preston Park Tavern, a refuge from the tiny demons where we had excellent fish and chips, and pleasantly served, with a judicious single beer each, before returning home at about 7:30, with the halloween stuff still going strong.
Then back to the house, and pleased that it gave such a better feeling when we walked in. The man from Uden called around for a valuation, one of three Madeline is obliged to get. Anton had recommended him as being a gentleman.
A bit more tidying and identifying things in boxes. Sad to be going through Janet's stuff like this and coming upon photos of her and Ken in happy times. Fond farewell with Madeline and then home to continue work. Spoke to Betty about possibly doing some cleaning in Janet's house, but for some reason I was quite pleased we decided against it. The idea of Betty alone there made me feel odd, which is ridiculous. Probably been reading too many horror stories lately.
I spoke to Anton, who said the man from Udon had called to thank him. Anton hilarious about going to meet white coated tinnitus specialists in London, with a group of intolerable fellow sufferers.
I got copies of anthology called An Outbreak of Peace, 'Stories and poems in response to the end of WW1' edited by Cherry Potts, which has one of my poems in it called War Diary in 1/72 Scale. I also got a copy of London Calling, stories by Jeremy Page.
The streets alive with little children, and both houses either side had halloween decorations up so were thronging with excitable tiny witches, skeletons and and ghouls of all sorts with their parents. One of the parents Lorraine and I saw later was a spider thin man dressed in black lycra with a ski-mask style hood covering his whole face. He was being, I think, The Slender Man and I found him genuinely creepy.
Lorraine came home early after a hideous day, we sloped out to chat in the Preston Park Tavern, a refuge from the tiny demons where we had excellent fish and chips, and pleasantly served, with a judicious single beer each, before returning home at about 7:30, with the halloween stuff still going strong.
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