A Toby transit

I had a Understory conversation this afternoon, discussing poetic matters with other poets. Linda, one of our number who has been in hospital, restored enough to attend, and it was nice to see her. They were kind enough to allow me to talk about the long poem for  a bit, before I left halfway to collect a perky looking Toby from Seaford station. Spent the rest of the day and evening talk and lurking about eating a satisfying curry Lorraine cooked for us and then watching a couple of Fraziers before a fairly early bedtime. Everyone a bit tired, especially Toby who had seem some of the Rabbits the night before. 

It always amazes me how quickly having Toby around becomes utterly normal. In under five minutes it's like he's here every day, except with lots to catch up on. Hearing how Romy's doing, and trips to see Joan and Dick, and zipping off to Japan, and visiting Danny and Heidi a few days ago. The Tobster, as ever, born under a wandering star.

In other news, Adele had put a very local radio station in touch with me, Seahaven FM, and they want me to talk about life as a Seaford writer on the 10th April, and also about the reading I am going to do a few days later as part of the Seahaven Lit Fest. Adele is going to be on it too on another date, talking about stained glass.