Fun on Friday

Feeling free and happy. No podcast to make, no freelance to be done so at last I had a morning doing poet stuff, such as writing a cover letter, and printing and mailing a pamphlet length MS in the post office, which felt pleasingly old skool. 

Lorraine off to a story telling class this morning, and read books with her special upside down reading skills to small children. She enjoyed it lots. 

A lunchtime interlude of cat flap struggles. We had it installed at great expense of glass cutting, yesterday. To discover today, the flap isn't working properly. We need to program it to recognise the chips in our cats, and so stuffed an increasingly irritated Calliope through the flap a few times, but the mechanism didn't work. Currently the cats can get in and out but with no locking. The cats reluctant to use it. Brian, when pushed out looked pleadingly at us through the glass door rather than using the flap a few feet away.  I went off to post the MS off and go to the gym, and when I returned Brian had worked out that it was either  flap or freeze.

Lorraine had her hair cut by Paul in Hove this afternoon. Post gym, I luxuriated in doing nothing until at  5:30 when I slipped off to The Boot to meet Steve for a cheeky beer. Joined by Lorraine with glamorous hair, and the traditional business of it looking longer than when she went. Had a bite to eat in the pub with Steve, then melted away home, to sit on the gold sofa and watch The Traitors.

The bite of cold in the weather, sinking its teeth in a little less tonight.  

Blatchington pond, snapped on my way back from the gym this afternoon.