noon-day in the rain

A call at sixish this morning from Maureen who was worried about Pat, meant Lorraine had to get up and zoom around.  Eventually they were able to get advice, and later Pat was feeling lots better. An alarming and stressful way to start a morning, especially after getting to bed late after hanging out with the boyos last night.  

I went for walk mostly in-between the rain, on the home straight now with Jung. 

A terrible incident this afternoon at Seaford Station. A boy was stabbed to death by another boy. Both 16, and rather surreal in this sleepy town. Traffic and travel affected by the incident, with busses diverted, the station closed and so on. Lorraine passed the incident in the car on the way home not knowing what it was.   

I managed to get a 12  to take me to Kemptown, where I attended a reading by Kay Syrad upstairs in Kemptown bookshop. I was a bit early and popped into The Barley Mow, which was literally next door, and found Charlotte in there. We had a cheeky beer then went next door. Upstairs was a small room with loads of people crammed into it, including friends Janet Sutherland, Jeremy Page, Stephen Bone. Kay read very well, and the book seems delicate and thoughtful. I bought a copy, and asked Kay to sign it. All a bit uncomfortable in there, and I felt in the way physically. I was pleased to escape, albeit into the drenching rain and wait at the bus stop. Soon a 12 appeared, but I had to get off a few stops in advance in Seaford, as the centre was closed. Home in the rain just after nine, and very pleased to be there with Lorraine on the gold sofa.

The cover of Kay's book was lovely.