Monday night out

Slept in a bit later than usual, and then had breakfast with Lorraine before preparing myself for the interview with Ruth Padel. Lorraine playing a Bob Dylan song downstairs on the piano before I started recording. Interesting conversation with her, but slightly tricky, lots of extraneous noises, and a car alarm going off, which meant she had to re-record and move into another room and so on. Pleased to have got it recorded. Fingers crossed it will sound okay in the edit. 

In the afternoon, Lorraine and I steeled ourselves, and tackled the spare room. It has a wall spanning built in cupboard, which we emptied and began to dissemble. We made a decent start on it. Then I made off to meet Peter and Mark in The Evening Star. Despite Peter telling us his sister in law had died suddenly recently, we had a cheery night. He seems very phlegmatic and philosophical about such things, probably due to his Police work.  

We strapped on a nosebag at the Lucky Star at the bottom of Trafalgar Street. Lots of Chinese looking folks in there, always a good sign. Quite nice food too. I opted for a simple Singapore noodles, but it was delicious.  An ABF in the Nelson, where Mark and I had some Harvey's old, but it didn't taste right, and we returned it, affronting the barman who told us other people had drunk it without complaint, I told him (annoyingly) that they obviously weren't as discerning as we were. A rail replacement bus from Lewes to Seaford. It took an hour to get to Seaford, during which time the bus got stuck in the side streets of Lewes, and I was given dog's abuse by a very drunk or disturbed woman before the bus had even left. 

Only I got off at the last stop. The wind brisk as I turned up Salisbury Road, and Lorraine still up and awake.