Under a full moon

Chatting with Keith for an hour or so this morning. Pat got in touch to ask if I was free to pick up a job with Keith, starting tomorrow, so that was good.

Did more editing on the podcast. Seemed to spend hours doing tidying the house, and doing things like carrying Lorraine's car door into the house so that people can collect it. The people never came. Also pulled out the large Christmas tree out through the porch into the front garden and then pulled it around to the side of the house. It shed a bazillion needles in the porch and in the house. Hoovered them. The needles blocked the hoover so I had to dismantle this, sweep the front garden and so on. One of those thirty second jobs that actually took well over an hour. 

Actually tweaked a poem for a few minutes too.

Chatting to Lorraine. Maureen at home and okay, but very tired today. I don't like waking up without Lorraine there. 

A bizarre evening. Forged off to The Old Boot early, in drenching muzzle. Good to see Steve after being alone for the last few days.  Plan A in my own head was to enjoy a couple of beers with him, and get some fish and chips and head home. However we had some swift beer in the Boot, then made our way to the Saxon. Strange place, looks terrible but has a real party atmosphere in there. We had a cheeky one in there, and as we were leaving Steve got talking to a bloke called Clive who is a bassist, and invited him to sit in on a jam soon. A pleased Steve said as we left, that he had never been to the Cinque Ports pub. We mooched in there and had another drink. A pleasant drink in there, chatting to a friendly barman who had lived in Hong Kong. We were approached by a man who had been in the Foreign Legion, who told us all about his military background, even showing me his bullet wounds. Steve got talking to another bloke too, who was a musician, and so he and Steve had plenty to say to each other. 

Things took a bit of a dark turn in the conversation with the former soldier, who it seems to me has PTSD. We left, as it was surprisingly late, but wondering if we had triggered him by asking him about his experiences. It was the night of a full moon, and felt like it.

Home, top hat decidedly askew as I had not eaten anything, home to gorge on melted cheese on toast.

Calliope being a desk cat today, pictured ignoring my fossil fish.