Warm blue walls

Up early, sending off the latest version of the podcast to Robin for a final edit, and (finally) my books to my accountant, and getting my ducks in a row for Clare Best's book launch in London, where I am to be MC. Clare has sent meticulous notes about it. 

Lorraine took a morning stroll and did a spot of shopping. Then, after picking more tomatoes, Lorraine and I moving stuff and unscrewing curtain rails and so on in our bedroom, and a bathroom cabinet, and moved beds and cupboards and so on, so our bedroom can be painted by Amanda.

Off this afternoon to Brighton, passing a shrine of photos and flowers on Queen's Road where a young 17 year old boy called Mustafa was stabbed to death last Thursday. I mooched down and had my hair cut by Stacy. He said there had been a second stabbing last night in Trafalgar Street -- after discussing the attacks on Israel by Hamas, we eventually had a more cheery talk. 

Home in Seaford some time later, and I made arrangements with Mum to meeting the Waggon and Horses tomorrow. Then hefting things about in the living room, which is newly painted and papered. I am very pleased with the result. We have gone for a blue, which I am usually a shy of, as it can make a room feel cool. Somehow our blue walls seem cheery, and almost warm. 

A much needed early night, and quiet evening.

Blue walls and new wallpaper in our lounge. Plus white aubergines in our glasshouse. You can see why the Americans call them eggplants.