God Bless Scotland

A thundery night, but up fairly early, and scarfed a solitary breakfast and made off to Seaford station leaving Lorraine with a cup of tea. It was just starting to rain again. Up to London, working on various things. Signed onto the onboard wifi and got an email from the editor of a Scottish magazine called Dreich Magazine & Press (byeline: 'Made in Scotland from Words')  saying he wanted to use all four of the poems I had sent him a few days ago -- these were Eat this Poem, yay! I finally found a home for this bad boy, plus X-ray style, Homesick, and Ye Olde Majority Inn (first draft written in the Wellington in Seaford). This cheering. Also a nice text from Palo Almond saying she would be up to discuss a collaboration. Also cheering.

So to the Jolly Badger, where Mum and Mas were just arriving. Had lunch with them, quite busy for a Monday, and the place full of smoke from the kitchen area as usual. Mum okay, and Mason seemed not too bad, though his mobility is not good now and really needs more than the stick he uses. Slightly depressingly he repeated a conspiracy that Lyndon Johnson was already in the air on Air Force one with judges etc. to be sworn in as Kennedy was assassinated -- the implication was that he somehow had planned it. I googled a photo of Johnson's inauguration on the plane, and Jackie Kennedy was standing next to him. She couldn't be in two places at the same time. I showed that photo to Mas, but he wasn't persuaded. Conspiracy theories etc. are another pandemic. 

I told mum about my biological father having passed, and she didn't know about this. Also talked a bit about the early days I have been writing about, and suggested a name for the Road my real father's parents lived in in Finchley. 

Fond farewells with them. It was a bit rainy in London still. My journey home, near miraculous. I waited no more than three minutes for a train and was home in record time. Lorraine out today with Rosie, they had fun and were talking about Rosie and Innis's forthcoming wedding.

Lorraine cooked an amazing blackeyed bean and mushroom dish tonight, which we had with Halloumi cheese, and rice and asparagus. Then we binge watched the compellingly miserable Broadchurch with David Tennant and Olivia Colman, whose vomiting with shock scene was outstanding.