under another sun

Lorraine and my thirteenth wedding anniversary day today. A rainy Monday, but we had some nice time together this evening. We'll bank our celebration for a bit later, but when I got in this afternoon, I brought some chocolate and flowers for Lorraine, who devoured the chocolate with relish. I'd been to Brighton this afternoon to see Anton, and find out how he's doing and what we can do to help. He will probably have his heart operation next week. And we discussed what needs to happen after this. Meanwhile Anne is still holding on in hospital. It's all very hard for him at the moment. Home and Mum needs to sort out car insurance, so I will pop up this week and do this. Can't wait to shake off this post-covid tiredness. Just little or no energy all the time. Began reading the new book by M John Harrison called The End of Everything just before bedtime. It was splendid. Below... Thirteen years ago.  

The clocks went back last night. Maureen phoned to say that someone had been in her flat and tampered with all the clocks, and demanding to know what time it was. Meanwhile Mum had got up an hour early, and was wondering why Wynford wasn't ready to go to church. When I spoke to Mum in the evening it seems that George next door is in hospital, and that Wynford had gone to visit him. Wynford is something close to a saint. Texting with Anton today. Anne is still hanging in there. Unbelievably difficult time for him.  Beth and James both struggling with the bug we had, had a terrible night with a teething Enzo, so Lorraine zoomed around and collected the bairn. Breakfast with him, and lots of playing with trucks and so on. Later Beth and James came around, both shattered with the bug, and lack of sleep. Meanwhile Enzo on the cusp of walking, and saying words like yes, and bird, and car quite clearly now. It's like waiting for a present to be opened. Watching Enzo tottering between ...

While Lorraine, catching up on much needed sleep, a pre-breakfast frenzy for me carrying all the garden furniture, barbecue etc. from the garden into the studio, as well as ducking into the glasshouse to pick some last tomatoes and chilies. I came up to chat to her in the bedroom a large green caterpillar crawled out of my sleeve. Lots of rain again today, so I felt I had to act first thing before the heavy rain started. A kipper breakfast followed by glorious day of reading  The Things We Never Say by Elizabeth Strout, a present from Dawn and Paul. A moving tale of an unassuming but popular teacher who is happily married but feels lonely, and after discovering his beloved son is not his own and his wife had betrayed him, decides not to tell his wife that he knows. This is played out against a darkening American political backdrop and people's relationships becoming increasingly strained. But there is love and forgiveness in there too. A slightly gloomy book but not without hope. ...

Trying to make some sort of progress today. Did some admin on the podcast.  Spoke to Mum briefly, who had successfully had her jabs yesterday. Finished re-reading Something Wicked This Way Comes , by Ray Bradbury. While it's not prefect, I loved revisiting it at the same time of year as the story is set. But it was also provoked memories of where I was when I read it the first few times. Reading Bradbury made me want to live in the midwest of America when I was young. He made it seem so magical. Lorraine brought Maureen home for a few hours, while Pat was at the day centre. Her hearing aid has broken and so it was hard to talk to her. I showed her some life drawings I'd done, and appalled her with a sketch of a naked man.  Still needing a sleep in the afternoon, after that bug.  In the evening Lorraine and I made off to the Boot. Delores brought a belated birthday present of a semolina custard pie, which she'd cooked. Lovely, and she also gave me a card with a tenner in i...

The baby dropped off after a disturbed teething night. Beth looking a bit shattered, before she returned home to work. Before we had breakfast a fox came and looked at me through the back door for about twenty seconds. We had breakfast with the bairn, then I made off to my drawing class. The model a man I have drawn many times. Nice to see Adele and Debbie and Melissa, and chat to John. Discovered I had forgotten my pencils so Kate, who I sit next to lots, lent me some conte crayons, and coloured paper and I tried those, ended up quite enjoying using them. A much needed sleep in the afternoon, while Lorraine and Enzo were dozing upstairs. Once the boy up, he was wanting to do lots of walking, and I walked him up and down the many times, holding his hands as he walked. Very sweet, and he is able to get to his feet spontaneously now too. He's just on the cusp of walking properly now.   Off this evening to The Evening Star, where I met Mark and Peter. A very restrained night for us, a...

Lorraine very busy today, doing rhyme time, getting Pat into the bus for his day care and spending time with Maureen. I texted Anton and was going to meet him this afternoon, but he is being understandably cautious of any remaining lurgy I might have because of his operation which is next week. Anne still in hospital. The whole thing is so difficult for him at the moment. Went for a bit of a walk along the seafront. Rough and exhilarating. Mark messaged me and Mr Hoibak saying he would be late at the pub tonight. I called him as the arrangement was for last night.  Off this evening to Lewes to see Dawn and Paul for a pub dinner. They'd both had the same lurgy as us recently. I really enjoyed being out and socialising, and it was good to hear that although they are going through final negations on their house, they have decided to stay in Sussex. We met at the Pelham Arms, which was pleasant, the food quite pricey for what it was. I had pint and then a half, but fancied no more. Tal...

A rainy day, and I thought of Wynford's family and Mum, Ben and other neighbours who were attending Barry's funeral. UP and I made breakfast and assembled a beanjar, and the beefy beany herby aromas lingered nicely during the day as it slow cooked. The beajar of the season. Then I made breakfast. Lorraine off to see her personal trainer today, which was remarkable.  I tidied the house, sorted out draws of clothes, and printed off and sent hardcopy poems from One Day Forever to one of the kind people who said they might give me an endorsement for the back cover. Poked about in Sussex Stationers, which is closing, having gone the way of Smiths and its alias TG Jones. Nothing much left in Seaford other than cafes and charity shops. I came away with some black card. Found myself drifting into negativity, which I am doing my best to shake off.  Off to Peacehaven by bus for my flu jab. Found the pharmacy, but had to wait standing for some time. The questionnaire asked if I'd had...

Somewhat in the doldrums. Wanting to get on with stuff, but having little energy or ideas. I walked for about 50 minutes. A nice chat with Mum this afternoon. Texted Anton.  Lorraine took Maureen out and bought fancy goldfish and generally got on with life again, despite being weary. Some long sleeved shirts delivered. Watched Larry Saunders on YouTube. Then started watching a show called Below heavily influenced by H.P. Lovecraft with a giant squid monster, quite silly but fun too.

We'd gone to bed really early. I got up in the middle of the night for a cup of chamomile -- the only acceptable time to drink chamomile by the way -- my head buzzing with zine ideas.  Now Beth and Enzo are unwell. James dropping him off with us for a bit. All the same bug, which Beth thinks is covid as she can't taste anything. I don't care what it is, I just want it gone. The boy still sunshiny though, despite his paleness and looking rather pale. Enjoying playing with his trucks. Mum managed to swerve the bug when she was down. Otherwise she has been busy seeing people, and her pub posse seems to be active again.  In the afternoon, Lorraine went to get her ears tested, which confirmed what she had suspected, that she had some hearing loss. She is philosophical about this news as her mum and all her aunts had hearing loss. I am following her lead, but feel sorry about it too. Both rather tired after this, and Enzo's visit.  The comfort of roast chicken dinner tonight....

Lorraine off to the Seaford Zine Fair early, to set up with the zines. I said I would creep in later. I did so, at about 12 noon, and it was incredible. The room was jammed with people, and the event was a real success. Lots of pals there of course, but I made off very quickly as the walk there was very tiring for me, and also I'd not expected it to be so crowded, and felt I was infecting people. Amazing though, and Adele and Kitty Oakley have done a fabulous job in starting something. I was hugely impressed. I said as much to Adele and Kitty. Lots of our pals there, including Melissa, Debbie, Mandy, Catriona, Patrick's sister over from Ireland, Andrew there too, and Kate R, from the stained glass people, and many others. Walking home I bumped into Adrian and Laura on the street and told them about the show. I went home and crashed out for a while.  Lorraine returned, having had a really good time. She'd been sitting next to Melissa, and enjoyed talking to her. She'd so...

Felt less ill this morning that yesterday morning, but this not great. Certainly too rubbish to go out to the pub this evening. This bug has made it its mission to stamp out fun. The Seaford Zine Fair tomorrow, and Lorraine putting in loads of hard work sewing the cloth covers of the little zines. Lorraine also hard at work helping her mum and dad today, and also having to collect Enzo, who wouldn't go to sleep at the nursery. I crept about and cooked this evening while Lorraine was hard at work sewing covers producing the wee zines like one woman a cottage industry. It's so kind of her to put so much effort in on my behalf. We also watched Traitors.  Below a red admiral, just outside the kitchen door. One flap of its wing is all that's needed to change the world.

Feverish cold this morning. Missed my drawing class. Stayed in bed, till about 11. I called Mum, who had seen Steve and some of her old Waggon and Horses pals yesterday, which she really enjoyed.  Anne is still in intensive care. Although she is bright and with it, her condition is sadly inoperable. She and Anton have had a harrowing time. Anna has been brilliant, and Klaudia and Oskar have been with their grandmother lots too. Anton sounds shattered.  Otherwise did a bit of zine work from the comfort of my armchair, and generally hung about being taken care of by Lorraine who has been lovely, despite still not feeling great herself. Feeling a bit rough due to flu, put perspective by what Anton's dealing with. I definitely felt better at the end of the day than I had at the beginning of it.  Lorraine and I watching Traitors tonight, Also an interview with Sting. What creatives need, Sting said, was a wound, a place and a voice.

Feeling poor today, and this evening I had a fever and was streaming. Boo to it. A sweaty feverish night. It was inevitable. Had to bump seeing Patrick and Andrew tonight to listen to Patrick's new tunes, including Swimming Pool, which was a drag.  A productive day, thought, thanks to Lorraine. I finished doing the zines, and printed them out. Lorraine is doing covers for them out of fabric. They look great. She is a marvel. 

Patrick sent me a sound file today of Swimming Pool . I'd given him a bunch of words about a year ago, and one idea he's put to floorboard troubling hard rock style, and you can imagine people in some American Stadium losing their minds over it. An amazing job.  Otherwise Lorraine still fluey, and me feeling tired and listless with sore sinuses, but better than Lorraine so taking care of her. Not much to report really. I worked on my zines a bit. Enjoying re-reading Something Wicked This Way Comes , by Ray Bradbury. Not too taxing, but with some lovely moments of exuberance in it.

A rainy Monday. My birthday too. Unfortunately Lorraine unwell today with this fluey cold. She brought me a cup of tea in bed, and some lovely Lewis Caroll books bought from Much Ado Books. While we were sipping tea in bed, Beth arrived with a card and some presents too, which was very sweet of her. Later I got a moonpig card with myself holding Enzo on it.  Otherwise it was a bit of a non-event. I had little or no energy and sore sinuses and headache. Lorraine on the sofa with flu. But it was actually really quite nice to spend time together. Also lots of time cheerily replying to messages on Social media and so on. Heard from all kinds of people, including cousin Wendy, and Alice Lee, I'd not heard from for many years. Also Tobs just about to fly from California having seen Alex, and Mum. Anton I heard from briefly. He's going through a brutal time at the moment and my heart goes out to him.

Woken up first thing with an emergency call from Maureen.  Lorraine zoomed around and called an ambulance. When the paramedics arrived some time later, palpitations and drop in blood pressure had all steadied.  In a bit of a holding pattern, being in a state of readiness to zoom over and take care of Pat if Maureen and Lorraine went to hospital, I only managed to do a bit of work, and also have a long chat with Mum.   After two, I walked over to sea and met Lorraine, and we had a nice walk along the sea in the sunshine. Sitting on one of the fish seats at splash point, while an older woman was doing the plank on another of the benches, while getting what I guessed was her son to film her. This in between Lorraine explaining to me how to make the roux for a fisherman's pie. I made my way home. Feeling a tad weary. Later,  Lorraine, returned sniffing vigorously having succumbed to the inevitable and caught whatever has been ailing Pat and Maureen. I cooked th...

Lorraine again off to Pat and Maureen's place early.  I felt a bit discombobulated without Lorraine. I tided the house, and mucked about with my new pastime: zines. Because I was felt sluggish and a bit coldy, I went for long walk which helped lots. At lunchtime I popped into see Pat and Maureen, and take them fish and chips, make a cup of tea and hang out for a bit. Lorraine being marvellous as usual, and taking care of them cheerfully. Maureen up, but not looking well. Pat definitely better than he was earlier this week.  Lorraine spent the day with them. I left after an hour, and did a bit more walking. Had the idea of sanding and varnishing the upstairs exterior window cills on the front of the house, but because of the way the windows were they were impossible to reach other than in patches. I had started one before I made this discovery (the windows open in a different way to the rear ones). So gave up, after varnishing the bits I had sanded. Lorraine not home till 8:30,...

A phone call at 7am from Maureen, who was feeling unwell. Lorraine left immediately, to be with Pat while Maureen stayed in bed. This scuppered the get away to Dorset this afternoon to meet Innis and Rosie. Perhaps tomorrow. So I unexpectedly had the day to myself. Feeling annoyingly sluggish, with some cold symptoms. It rained lots which, though welcome, gave the day a dreary tinge. I spoke to Anton, who feels like he has a mountain to climb. Anne still in hospital and it does not seem that she'll be coming home anytime soon.  Checked in with Mum, who was going up the road to see her friend Gail. Also texted First Matie. Did a bit of creative work at my desk. Had a sleep. Bit of an in-between day. Fish and chips this evening. Lorraine not home till about twenty past eight. Then we watched Traitors and then went to bed. Look for the book you have already written. With this idea, I have been trawling through a stash of old bitmaps I'd mucked about with years ago, and have been l...

A normal Thursday, Lorraine zooming off to collect the baby boy. He was saying 'yeah' this morning to questions, along with his perennial favourite ca! said with a pointed finger, often when pointing at cars.  I went to life drawing this morning, and enjoyed it apart from the moment about half an hour in when I felt suddenly like I was going to throw up. I went outside for some air. This passed and apart from feeling a bit rattled, I continued. Lovely model called Carys. I always feel sad I can't draw better when she poses. Then I was picked up by Lorraine, with Enzo in the back, and we drove off to Brighton, where we went to the Sealife Centre which was great fun. Enzo liked seeing the fish and so on, although flinched once when we were in the tunnel underneath the big tank when a shark swam over us. While there we bumped into Jane and Ollie, who are Beth's bestie Laura's mum and dad. They were with little Layla and we sat by the big tank watching the turtles be fe...

A rainy day, with puddles. In this year of drought quite a sight. It felt cold too, with seasonally normal temperatures. Lorraine busy all day, off to rhyme time, and being with Pat and Maureen. Pat still unwell. Weary, perhaps from a minor bug, I spent the day indoors, and worked up a small idea from the little drawing below I did years ago, into a little paper zine, called Rules of Thumb. Below is rule one. Other than that did little. Spoke to Mum, and cooked a chicken stew, and enjoyed being at home.    

Busy, despite feeling lethargic, but doing some stuff with zines, laundry and other tidying bits this morning. Heard from Anton, and Klaudia and Oskar have visited Anne in hospital.  Patrick unwell, with a chest infection. Lorraine sorting out a call with the doctor, and getting him antibiotics prescribed.  In the afternoon Lorraine and I drove off to Eastbourne, to a shop called the Aquarium and Reptile Centre, where Lorraine and I bought some plants for Maureen's aquarium. Lots of reptiles there, and some interesting tropical fish downstairs. The sound of chirruping crickets too, as there were boxes of them to take home to feed your reptiles with. I bought plants, and both Lorraine and I talked to the shy teenage boy who sat on a chair with a snake on his arm, like a large bracelet. I asked him if I could take his photo and he agreed. Lorraine went off to do her pottery course and I caught a 12 bus to Seaford, then collected Patrick's prescription and went around to Strathed...

Back to the smoke today. Lorraine dropped us at the station, and we chugged along the coast, seeing low misty clouds between Seaford and Lewes. Changed at Brighton, the gaps between the train and the platform are huge if you are older. Then up to St Pancras and safely to Mill Hill. I was going to uber from there, but when I opened the app, the prices were utterly mad -- £40 for a ten minute trip. Instead we jumped on a bus, and changed buses at Edgware station and were home for free.  Wynford happened to be standing outside his house, as we arrived, and we were able to offer our condolences, for the loss of Barry, his dad, on Friday. Wynford seemed philosophical about it. The fact he had died peacefully in his nineties with no pain and at home, was a great comfort to him. I think Mum was pleased to be back in familiar circumstances. Had tea and biscuits and took her case upstairs and had a good chat, and after fond farewells,  I pushed off a little before three. Home by half s...

Beth and Enzo around this morning, bringing sunshine with them. Mum enjoyed seeing Enzo and Beth. Beth on good form, and the baby impossibly cute, demonstrating his piano playing skills, and love of cars and trucks, but most of all being sung to by Beth and Lorraine and clapping along with the songs and doing little movements that go with them. Beth is so animated with him, he is full of delight at the world. Then we took Mum to see Pat and Maureen. Maureen very warm with Mum, and their sunny sea view was spectacular, with people sat about enjoying the unseasonal Sunday sun. She brought out a bag of plastic butterflies, and said she was thinking about sticking some of them to her wallpaper, which is a big woodland scene. Quite a novel way of thinking about it.  I popped into Morrisons on the way home, enjoying the walk. Mum and I just hung out in garden this afternoon, while Lorraine went off to the studio and did some pottery. Enjoyed chatting with her, while we sat outside, then ...

After breakfast, Lorraine dropped Mum and I off at the seafront, while she did a supermarket shop. Mum and I went as far as the Martello, and sat on a bench looking at the boats and the crows and seagulls on the shore. It's good to stop and stare, and this was a lovely few minutes. I took the photo below of a crow leaping from a pole. Lorraine picked us up there, once home and unpacked, we simply sat in the garden and had cups of tea.  Steve came around, and told us about his trip to Erfurt in Germany with Dutch Mike, and about trips to the home of Bauhaus and other art. trips to nearby towns full of art and interesting things. He brought with him a jar of wild plum jam, and we sent him home with a bag of fresh tomatoes. Mum liked him and found him interesting. After Steve went, and we'd eaten lunch of smoked salmon sandwiches,  Toby called on Mum's iPad. He's busy at school, but he's off to California next weekend to see his nice pal Alex, who I've always thoug...

Up to Edgware this morning. En route Anton called to say that he'd seen his valve specialist, and there is no doubt he needs the surgery, which now planning for. Later that day, he had to call an ambulance for Anne, who ended up in in A&E for coronary care. Extra stress is the last thing Anton needs. I felt bad that I can't do more to help. Lorraine busy with Pat and Maureen, and also going off to specialist glazing course this afternoon, but also having to arrange someone to be there to collect Pat this afternoon. Chris did it, kindly. Arriving at mum' a fairly quick turnaround. We jumped into an Uber to Mill Hill Broadway, and then trained it slowly, but mercifully smoothly, down to Seaford. Mum enjoyed seeing fields of animals, and lots of trees, and the chalk cliffs near Lewes which made her think of Folkestone. And we arrived home at about four. Cups of tea and saying hello to Lorraine. I'd nipped out at Brighton to buy a sandwich as we were hungry.  To the Boo...

Enzo here today, and the little chap with us for breakfast, playing with three new trucks.  I made off to life drawing. The model a man with SEX tattooed on his thigh. I mostly drew his feet, had a laugh with my life drawing pals though. Home rapidly, and Anton came around at lunchtime to talk to Lorraine and I about how he's going to manage the aftermath of his surgery, and take care of his mum, who is not well. He needed to talk, he has so much to manage when he really just needs to be taken care of himself.  Then I did the Understory Conversation. Charlotte mortified by a glitch in the contents page of some of the printed versions of Orange Cats. A horrid thing to happen to a writer.  As a reader I breezed past this and simply loved the poems. Linda delivered a fabulous four line poem that blew us away. A bit of a rushing about day. Below a snoozing Enzo.

Slow start for me, but like the chaos butterfly, me not getting up properly and making breakfast made Lorraine late. The bus arriving to collect Patrick was early, and she had to zoom around, but then she was unable to attach the headrest of the new wheelchair, needing an Allen key she did not have. So she had to take Patrick and Maureen to Eastbourne, and miss Rhymetime and felt stressed all day.   Far less stressful for me. I wrote a light substack post about being photographed . Otherwise boxes of who gives a crap loo rolls were delivered. I spoke briefly to Anton, and Sylvia was here. The Gym later, and then home for five, shower, call Mum and start dinner.  Had to down tools however,  to go with Lorraine to pick Patrick off the floor, as he got up as Maureen had been in the kitchen. He was completely unharmed thankfully. Home again, thank goodness its just five minutes away, and relaxed with a spot of Celebrity Masterchef.

This morning writing responses to poets who said they were prepared to read my MS. Extremely flattered, and surprised with the warmth my requests were receive. I feel very lucky and touched.  Seemingly lots to do this morning, and early afternoon I went out for a walk, as I have got out of the habit during the endless hot weather. Am listening to Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy as I mooched along by the sea. Never read one of Le Carré's books before. Interesting mix of grubbiness and paranoia, along with the international espionage. It all feels very cramped and sweaty. Home feeling clammy and sweaty too, as it is very humid.  Beth dropped in with Enzo, who today crawled, with Lorraine's help, all the way up the stairs. Anton off for another procedure today, and meets his valve surgeon on Friday.  Then cooked and early dinner, so Lorraine could make off to her pottery class. I then spoke to Mum, went for another short walk, tidied up, and listened to Jazz and played about ...

Up with the larks. Downstairs and out into the garden to  greet a fox, who was drinking from our little wildlife pond. I have suspicions about foxes wanting to move in, having seen one or two over the weekend. Lorraine said Mum would like it.   Lorraine off for a personal training session, not usually on a Monday, then to see Maureen. Meanwhile Chris arrived two hours early to do a boiler service, and swap lots of friendly chat.   Once he'd left, I finally overcame the cringe, after Lorraine told me to just get on with it, and set out some emails asking people to look at my MS and, hopefully, supply endorsing quotes about the book for the cover.   Then, the cringe wearing off a little I slipped off to the gym, where I trundled about a bit.  Then home to think about Zines for a bit, and chat to Mum. Lorraine and I ate a block of random frozen stuff from the freezer, which thawed into an unlovely soup.  Below incredibly vivid skies in the evening, including ...

A happy day, Lorraine and I spending time together in the studio, living the bourgeoise dream, Lorraine quietly doing pottery, me drawing a zine about someone murdering a cat.  Also we had the baby boy for a couple of hours this morning. He was his normal cheery self, until after Lorraine had spooned him a food pouch of various veggies and he was sick. We were in the living room, so Lorraine soothed him while I cleaned up the sofa, carpet and Lorraine, who had to change. Poor little lad. However my trusty gold sofa is covered in such miraculous material that it cleaned up effortlessly. Ate more of a particularly delicious chilli I had cooked yesterday for supper, and quiet night. To bed, once I'd dealt with a Shelob of a spider on the bedroom ceiling that Lorraine hadn't even noticed. Looked again -- more cringing -- at the photos Innis took of me. Decided that I needed to use them. Here's one of me smiling by the sea, which is perhaps a bit too cheery perhaps to use as an ...

We heard Delores spent part of her day outside her house sharing chocolates with passers-by.  After my French holiday, and a week of socialising, I am edging into Jabba the Hut territory , despite going to the gym. Swerving beer for a week seems a quick win. Maybe it's my age, but I really like waking up feeling crystal clear. After my birthday's done in October, I'm toying with a pre-Christmas interlude of booze austerity.    A fox or two sunning themselves on our lawn this morning. I went out to say hello. One hung about and looked at me fairly calmly, before springing over the fence. It's all very spidery at the moment. I got several spiderwebs in my hair in the garden and the glasshouse, and found it is also full of big brown moths. Lorraine and I had seen the chrysalises earlier and wondered what they were. We went into Seaford and looked at fabric. Lorraine took me into two shops where we looked at 'fat quarters' and other material. Lorraine knows how to b...

A Peter Friday with some time to think. I read Charlotte's Orange Cats . I love the way she writes, often with a deceptive simplicity that takes you straight into complex and interesting subjects. She really is such an excellent writer, and I wrote to her to say how good I thought it was.  My own thinking about writing, still a bit bitty and unproductive. I feel like I've emptied my larder of ideas, and need to go out into the world and get some new ones.  Spoke to Anton, still in his liminal phase, but he has two appointments next week. Also Mum. I went to the gym this afternoon, and it was a good time to go. In the evening Lorraine and I off to  The Union Club to celebrate Delores birthday. Many of the rebooters, plus Delores' daughter Sophie, and grandchildren including Asha who I've had a good chat with in the past. Yvonne and Brian there, with their pal Martyn, who I liked very much. Great to see Brian cheery and out and about after his knee replacement.  Delore...

Enzo first thing, little lad has a cold but otherwise cheery as ever. He climbs stairs now. Lorraine had found a big yellow plastic tipping truck which she gave him this morning. At first he was a bit afraid of it. I sawing it eyeing it nervously as it rolled on the kitchen floor. By the end of the day he was playing with it happily. Lorraine cunningly used the small phase of Enzo being scared of it to good use, putting the truck on our stairs to stop the bairn climbing up them.   I made off to drawing class, where the model was a folk singing woman, fully clothed in a long dress, and a staff with a deer horn crook. Her having clothes on threw me somewhat, and I had to abandon my long drawing after twenty minutes as I had got all the proportions completely wrong. Very bad at drawing today, but I enjoyed it, and chatting to my fellow 'articipants' as Melissa calls us. After class chatting with Debbie and Melissa about the zine fair, which they are both participating in. Melissa ...

A bitty morning, achieving little. Sylwia here, who is loving the continuing heat.  Spoke to Mum late in the morning, before we drove off with Maureen and Lorraine to Paradise park to choose a small fishtank. I ended up selecting a small tank with a filter and heater, substrate for the plants to grow in, and gravel. Home for a bite to eat, then when Lorraine drove to Eastbourne to collect Pat, I slowly put the thing together, with Maureen impatiently wanting it all to be ready immediately. Wanting to double check the filter, I scanned the QR code which took you to a completely different product. I worked it out, then added substrate for the tropical plants and gravel and a large rock. Maureen said she didn't want the rock, and added that she'd always wanted cold water goldfish.  Lorraine back with Patrick, and then we left, and I promised to return tomorrow, as it needs extra gravel.  Pat said he wanted tropical fish, so Maureen firmly decided it was going to be a tropica...

Woke up early and read a message from Katie, now ensconced at Ian's house. She has had a horrid time, but is on the mend now I hope. A productive morning. Lorraine surged out to her personal trainer. I was able to choose some photos that didn't make me look like a Weimar Republic sex murderer from the shots Innis had taken. Also began drafting emails to a few people I'm asking for a couple of sentences for the book jacket of  One Day Forever .  Not sent them yet, but the cringe is real. Hello... Peter Kenny here. I know we don't really know one another all that well, but will you tell people I'm fabulous? Thanks.  To Brighton this afternoon, to spend time with Anton over a game or two of bones. He was at The Bier Haus on the Kemptown side, which he can bus to on a number 7, and in decent spirits. He is awaiting a date for the valve operation with mixed feelings. Otherwise he was armed with his book on horology, Practical Watch Repairing , by Donald De Carle, written...

Jangling and nervy first thing. Good to be at home though, so wrote a list of things that must be done, and did many of them which made me feel better. Writing a list and doing the things on it is a kind of therapy really. To the gym at lunchtime, which also helped.  In the afternoon working on zines. Adele along with Kitty Oakley, an artist we have a print of, have set up the Seaford  Zine Fair. I have said I am going to be an exhibitor, so am frantically trying to design a zine or two in time for 17th October. It is outside my comfort zone, and there's no time. But plus ça change . Spoke to Anton and Mum and messages with First Matie. I felt calmer and more in control as the day progressed.

After Breakfast, Lorraine went to Pat and Maureen's place as Cyndy plus some of their other old Ashford pals were coming around. Beth took the wee bairn there too. I walked up to see Yvonne and Brian, who showed me his knee scar, and said the pain was still dreadful. Like having a terrible toothache in your knee, which is keeping him awake. Weeks of not sleeping are miserable. Otherwise he was mooching about a bit and looking good to me. Yvonne was doing well too, and we sat outside in the warm and had some coffee for an hour. Then their grandsons piled in, and I made an exit as this was lots of work. Then I went strolling towards Splash point, and I bumped into Kate and Carole on bicycles, and had a lovely chat with them. Kate said they'd been talking about Friday night at the Boot, and how nice this was. Later Carol texted Lorraine to tell her too. Lovely. I enjoyed a mooch in the lovely weather along the seafront and had done my cheeky ten thousand paces by the time I got ho...

A peaceful day on the Kenny estate. No springing early from bed, but a slow breakfast and time to do things like talk to each other and laundry. Also going down to harvest and freeze lots of our glut of tomatoes. There was wild talk about doing lots of art and pottery, but above thinking about Zines, as I have signed up as an attendee of the inaugural Seaford Fair, so actually making a zine or two might be a good idea. Otherwise I slept for an hour in the afternoon, and Lorraine and I stayed close to the gold sofa. Both of us felt better for a day of rest and relaxation. Below some non-tomatoes from the glasshouse, although it has been a poor year for cucumbers, we've had the odd one or two, plus some padron peppers, red and green chillies. 

Off to Hampstead to meet Mum. I got the earlier train, which turned out to have been a good idea as today's challenge was no direct train from Lewes to London.  I bumped into Mark at Lewes and we did part of the journey together, discussing AI and la poubelle, the French word for rubbish bin. I hopped off at Wivelsfield and caught a train that took me straight to West Hampstead Thameslink station, which was cool. Climbed up to Hampstead talking to Anton, who is now recovering from home. He has to avoid over exertion till his operation. I told him about Katie, who I also heard from today, and her pal Lou, who has been allowed out of hospital.  Mum on good form, and we cantered off to The Old White Bear and while there I booked her appointment for flu and covid jabs. There was a well travelled American woman on the table next to us, who we talked to lots. Mum also agreed a date for her to stay in Seaford with us soon, and enquired about the Parson at the bar, but the barmaid had...

Up early, but not exactly with a spring in my step. Lorraine off and collecting the baby boy for the day. He has a cough and is a bit under the weather, but still scooting about the place and learning how to climb stairs and so on.   Off to drawing class early, so that I could bag my rightful place. My rival for that spot didn't turn up today. Had fun drawing but I just couldn't seem to get in the right position without my shoulder hurting. I had brought my desk easel but the heights were all wrong. I am still rusty, only having had one session before this since June. Keeping the bodies in proportion seems to be my main challenge at the moment. Nice chats with Debbie, and Melissa and Kate, and the other man that goes occasionally called Mike.  Home and lurking about with Enzo and Lorraine. I had a sleep mid afternoon which helped everything.  Innis and Rosie arrived at about half four, and I made off with Innis to Splash Point. We bumped into Adrian and Laura en route, wh...

Called Mum and Anton to see if he wanted to meet me in Brighton for coffee. But he he had to travel up to London to have a medical procedure, poking a probe into his arm and up into his heart. He told me his valve is toast, and so he needs open heart surgery. Luckily Oskar had to go to London today too for a modelling job. And they travelled back together in the evening. I got my hair cut by Stacy. He took a perfectionist's age, especially as I just needed a bit of a tidy up as Innis is going to take my photo tomorrow for the cover of  One Day Forever . The talk today well worth the time as it strayed into the supernatural, after a friend of his poked his head into the barber shop and said something about a mutual friend of theirs called The Ghost Whisperer. Turns out this was someone I'd met last time Stacy had cut my hair, who was keen on dabbling in the supernatural. He then told me about a medium he'd visited with his mate years ago, who told him the last thing his dad ...