Shiny things

Up early, and writing, while Lorraine made off to do Storytime in the Library. When she got back we caught a train to Brighton. We had a fresh and zesty lunch at Wahaca restaurant, and we drank some kind of fruity water with hibiscus, and lots of lovely bits of picky food. Lorraine popped off to do some lengthy bank business, I went to Caffè Nero and had a cup of coffee and stared blankly at my notebook.  I was thinking about something that Brian Eno wrote in A Year With Swollen Appendices, about the book you have already written.  I have several projects that are near the touchline, I just need to focus and do some hard work. I have quite a few published short stories, which I could collect for example. Lorraine found me and we mooched happily through the Lanes, ending up in a shop called Julian Stephens. Lorraine made magpie noises while looking at the shiny things, and soon I bought a nice ring as a late birthday present. 

Then we walked up to the Evening Star where we met Anton. Lorraine and Anton hadn't seen each other for what seems like a long time. Lots of incredibly loud Geordies in the pub, all about our age range, but with voices like foghorns on the Tyne. We changed places to where we could think, had some beer and played dominoes, which Lorraine controversially won. Having popped to the gents, and I returned to find Lorraine and Anton had arranged for me and Anton to go for a walk tomorrow over Seaford Head.

Home by train, and a quiet evening.