Clap your hands

Into Brighton this afternoon. Lorraine and I went into Churchill Square where we went to a wellness exhibition that Beth was involved in running. Lorraine and I went in there and attended a meditation. Rather a nice interlude to sit on a beanbag and unplug for a while. My brain took me to Moulin Huet where I was looking at worm casts. 

Then Lorraine and I did some shopping, and then found ourselves drifting into The Basketmakers Arms for a beer. Then to Wahaca restaurant where we had a decent bite of Mexican food. Lorraine and a cocktail too and it all felt like a bit of a celebration.  

Brighton at its best today. Thronging with liveliness thanks to the festival. Massed drummers in New Road, singers here and there and the feeling there was music and fun everywhere. As we walked down Gardiner Street a mob of people wearing headphones, streaming towards us, all breaking out to sing 'Everybody dance... Clap your hands clap your hands' the Chic song, which was great but slightly Hare Krishna too.  Fingers crossed if all the Seaford stuff works out, we will still be only a little over half an hour by train to Brighton so we get to keep all this good stuff too.

Then home, in time for me to watch the second half and extra time of the FA Cup final. Liverpool won in a penalty shoot out at the end, which was a bit galling, as Chelsea had lost to Liverpool in the Carabao Cup final a few months ago in exactly the same fashion. Chelsea have made history by being beaten FA cup finalists for three years in a row, losing to Arsenal, Leicester and now Liverpool. Bah. 

Got over it fairly quickly however. It was a lovely day.