Autumn glory

Up and looking at my poem for a while, then breakfast with my lovely wife, and a spot of recording with Robin. Shortly before I started, I heard workmen replaced the entire streetlight outside. I looked out at one point, and saw one of them leaning into the side of the lorry, having a crafty wee. His doing this dressed head to toe in hi-vis clothing made me laugh. Had to record on Lorraine's dressing table due to the noise in my office, but all was fine.

Then Lorraine and I drove through the glorious morning to Marchants Hardy Plants, which was having a closing down sale. We selected ten pots of things, several interesting grasses, a fern and other delights for the garden. Very nice to be there mooching around, such was the glory of the day, bright sun, blue skies, autumn in full flow.

We stoped off at Alfriston on the way home, fuelled by talk of being spontaneous. We went into the first pub we passed, called The Star. We were expecting pub grub, but found ourselves in what has the feel of an aspirational restaurant, with excellent table service. We both had steak and stilton pie, heritage carrots, broccoli and creamy mash. The pie absolutely delicious and the veggies perfectly cooked. Washed it down with an impeccable glass of Harvey's Porter. 

A buzzkill call from the surgery. The reception was terrible so I found myself bellowing in the restaurant -- then the line dropped completely. Once back in Seaford I nipped round to the surgery, and sorted it all out. One of the boons of living near the centre of a wee town.  

Good to speak to Toby this evening, he is a bit more settled. Also Lorraine and I watched a movie called Burn After Reading, which was fun, and had a great cast.

Below a touch of autumn, and a superior pie and a pint of porter. Glorious.