Misty Friday

Some good writing this morning, and enjoying breakfast with Lorraine. 

A walk this afternoon and found myself strolling along the misty seafront, empty and fairly mysterious. Passed one of the little seating huts, and met Delores who was sipping some wine out of a glass she had just bought from an antique shop. Sat with her for half an hour chatting, and looking back at the low cloud hiding Seaford Head. A misty murky day. Had a conversation about her recovering from the grief of losing her daughter, and how she has been very down but now is feeling lots brighter. Had a laugh with her, as the cross channel ferry slid mistily by. By chance Delores had arranged with Lorraine to come around for lunch tomorrow. 

Struggling a bit still with the adjusting the diet business. Not so much eating differently, as it is not that much of a leap, but gloomy about my health generally and feeling I need to step up the exercise and really stick to this new way of eating to lose weight. 

Spoke to the Tobster today, who is flying over shortly. He sounded a bit rough still after catching a flu on the plane back from Argentina to Toronto. Apparently some guy was coughing all over him and Romy, and both got ill. However it was not covid, and he is much better now. Looking forward to seeing him lots.