Flotsam

Grey, rainy day. Took an effort to keep buoyant.  I felt better after I spoke to Barnet Social Services, and Mediquip Barnet. The lady at Social Services very helpful and friendly. Spoke to Mum a couple of times. She was trying to get to Edgware hospital to have her bandage changed, but the bus wasn't running, and the roads had been closed and rerouted. 

A walk in the rain in my waterproof leggings and wet top. Flotsam on the shoreline from a cargo vessel losing some of its load near the Isle of Wight, most of it expanded polystyrene. A few hardy and public spirited volunteers had bagged up much of it in the teeming rain earlier.  

Popped into Morrisons on the way home because Lorraine was snuffling on the gold sofa most of the day, crocheting Babs, a chicken from Wallace and Gromit film Chicken Run, and badly needing a large dose of chocolate.  

Tinkered with some poems for a possible submission, wrote to Robin and did my best to do some thinking and writing.  Ploughing on with the Inklings book, learning about Charles Williams, who I didn't know much about. I've seen one of two of his poems, and they weren't for me.

Anton called, off to Spain tomorrow. Still on his dry January. He showed me an watercolour he is doing of one of his magnolia blooms. He's reached a tipping point in his technique, and his painting is excellent.  

A pigeon, with a bit of dove colouration, I snapped yesterday. A festival of greys.