under another sun

Slogging on with final changes and also working on covering letters and synopsis and so on. However still feeling not particularly well, which is making everything seem harder. Short walk in the sun and peered into the nearby artificial pond which has been drained and its bottom repaired. Newts and frogs have been reintroduced into the pond. The water is clear, and there is as almost no vegetation. Snapped a frog, and a few were breeding in the water too. As I mooched about I listened to the last episodes of Cannery Row by John Steinbeck. Entertaining enough stuff, and quite funny in parts. Back to work. Lorraine came home at 4:30 and shortly after I fell asleep for an hour while we lay chatting on the bed. We crept across the road to the Shahi afterwards and had put the world to rights, and chatted to our friends there. Later, I enjoyed watching Aliens, the sequel to Alien.

The aliens are coming Last night Lorraine had a dream about an alien invasion, only their flying saucers were weighing scales. This is how deeply the diet goes. Up for kippers then off to take Calliope to the vet, itself a feline version of alien abduction. Whisked away out of all your known territory, to be injected and intimately examined, and returned to the exact spot from where you were abducted, with only a nasty spraying incident in Lorraine's car to register your protest. After some shopping, I sloped off to the gym. Today Calliope was weighed, and she is 4 kilos and I have lost 4.5 kilos in two weeks, so I have lost a entire blubber cat. Not bad eh? Then after a futile session of shopping had a long rather mentoring chat with a guy called Steve about life as a copywriter. Then met the maestro in the Basketmakers for an overdue catch up. I drank soda water and lime, and black coffee, the annoyingly sleek Matt stuck to a pint or two of Seafarers. We were discussing the recor...