Waiting in vain

Up and after breakfast a general bustling  as Amanda had arrived to do some decorating. Lorraine and I dug out the paint from the garage. Also Mark from Flowers came to measure up for the carpet in the guest room. I noticed he was wearing a very nice watch. Later Chris arrived to take off the radiator.

All fairly disrupting for any kind of writing. I spoke to Mum and Toby who were drinking morning coffees. I popped back to Flowers for a book of carpet samples, then went to Lewes to meet Robin. Looked at the London Review of Books on the train, which Steve wangled a free year's subscription for us. Arriving early, I popped into The Bow Windows Bookshop and bought two second hand books: one on pond life, and the other a collection of three short novels by Thomas Love Peacock.  Then to The Rights of Man pub almost next door. Was called 'mate' by the barmaid who looked about twelve. Nursed a single pint of Harveys Sisters, a so called table beer, mild mannered at 3.4%. Turns out I had got the day completely wrong. After 40 minutes or so I managed to speak to Robin only to realise I'd been a chump. I was supposed to be there tomorrow, but will instead be in London. 

Home afternoon, became absorbed by watching cat videos and felt disinclined to do anything very much other than be with Lorraine eat on the gold sofa, and watch more of an interesting TV cop series called Get Millie Black set largely in Jamaica.

Below an Alamy stackshot of the pub sign.