The power of pebbles

Snoozed in this morning after a lively night. Called mum a couple of times as she is unwell with the horrid sore throat cough bug. Lorraine seeing Dawn after she went to her personal trainer. 

One of my poems, called Gardening with my Wife accepted this morning by Channel Magazine. They are based in Ireland and so they pay, due to Ireland being a civilised country that values culture. It's a short poem, and one of the few that mentions Lorraine. Like many other writers, what gets me writing is what's unresolved or in some way troubling, so Lorraine rarely makes the cut.

Out for a walk this afternoon. The business of replacing all the pebbles on the beach going on slowly. At the Seaford end of the bay, the sand is still visible. I'm not sure I quite understand the process, but the pebbles defend the beach and absorb the power of the waves. The little beauties keep chaos at bay. Somewhat rainy towards the end of my walk but I wasn't utterly drenched. Otherwise I was listening to my audiobook, The Three Body Problem.

Otherwise spent a few hours on Kansas. Then I cooked a curry for us, and we watched an episode of The Three Body Problem. I've never simultaneously read a book at the same time as watching a decent TV adaptation.

Meanwhile in the outside world, Trump recently posted a video of the Obamas as apes, the UK government enters new turmoil provoked by the Epstein scandal. This is my conspiracy theory: when you ask yourself who wins when western democracy is undermined, the big winner is Putin. It's almost like he arranged it all.   

And so to bed.