The comfort of classmates

A long pre-hibernation sleep last night. Today the last day of September, and a grizzly morning with lashings of rain. Lorraine and I stayed in bed till 10:30am, unheard of for me on a Monday morning.  Up and did some decent writing with what was left of the morning.

Addressed yesterday's sudden bout of vertigo by reinstating the Brandt-Daroff exercises, I've done before. They work by loosening crystals in your ears, and you have to hold your head at 45 degrees in thirty second bouts. Felt floaty and lurchy for a time afterwards -- to be expected -- but it settled down. 

At tea time, I hopped on a train to Lewes to meet Messers Hoibak and Hartley in The Lewes Arms. Crept up the hill and explained with some pathos that I was still feeling a bit post-covidy, which turned into a recurring joke through the evening.

We sat for a bit putting the world to rights in the Lewes Arms, a deeply excellent pub unchanged Mark says since he's lived in the area. I've been there over a couple of decades and it still seems exactly the same. Mark making us laugh impersonating the builder who is redoing his kitchen. The man told Mark he'd got a Bona (pr. boner) that he could bring tomorrow to polish Mark's floor. Mark said he already had a Bona and could show him his Bona under the stairs if this would help etc.  

Slope from there the few yards to  Pizza Rustica where we had a cheeky Diavola and this was very nice. Had a further drink in the Gardeners Arms and a nice mild in The John Harvey Tavern. Really enjoying just sitting in a bar with ancient classmates. Something weirdly reassuring about it. 

Off home at that point, Mark was away on a bus in a trice, Peter and I had train hell however, with our trains cancelled and so on. We went back to the Landsdown Arms and sat in there. Finally caught a train to Seaford and arrived home a little before midnight. Having had a really enjoyable evening with no funny turns.