under another sun

A chat with Toby at Mum's place, him having landed successfully. Plotting coming to see him. It was stormy overnight, and I wondered if the flight had been terrible, but the Tobster had three seats to himself, and it was a smooth flight. A cold day, but I got on quietly with some work on my poetry manuscript, and the start of something new sparked by last night's talk by Richard Powers. A hour or so work for my French agency friends, then final tweaks and uploading the podcast containing my interview with Ashanti Anderson, and doing some social media stuff. I think Ashanti will do well. She has her own publicist.  Otherwise a calm day. I keep putting off the next round of trying to sort the bank out, because I know it will just make me mad. So instead I watched a documentary about Tony Blair and Gordon Brown, and cooked this evening.  Below the view from the hill fort wall across the golf course to the sea gleaming on the water. A beautiful afternoon.

Happy to have a nice relaxed breakfast with Lorraine, and agreed to a de-frazzling day. Lorraine playing Star Dew Valley happily for much of the day. I prepped and conducted a podcast interview with a promising young poet, Ashanti Anderson from New Orleans, which we did at 4pm. I really enjoyed chatting to her -- her work has some extraordinary conceptual set-ups, such as words running though the mind of someone who has just been decapitated. Extraordinary.  Felt good to be interviewing again, and meeting someone under other circumstances I would have never have spoken to. Lorraine and I had a cheeky walk around Blaker's Park afterwards, and she made one of her exceptional fish pies. All well. Watched another episode of The Man in the High Castle, which is tense but good. Otherwise, not huge amounts to report. Enjoying more of the Bob Mortimer book, And Away . Plus Alireza Abiz's poetry collection. Getting Saturday emails from people in the US about the job I am not going to be...