under another sun

Lorraine and I had another restful start to the day. I lay in bed and wrote another post about Chad and read the paper, and my lovely wife brought up some breakfast. Eventually I got up in stages, ironing my shirts while Lorraine who had been momentarily gung-ho about getting up lay in bed playing computer games. Once up we conducted a major tidying up session. Later, Beth's pals from uni Eliza and Emily arrived, to the accompaniment of much excited squeaking from Beth. Then we all got ready and John, Lorraine and I walked down to the Hare and Hounds, and the immaculate girls cabbed it. A nice night with lots of Beth's besties there such as Laura and Sarah and Matt and Amy and many more. Mexican food there, including burritos with rice inside, which I found a bit odd but everyone else said was normal. At one point all John's housemates arrived en masse, and I had a brief vision of him as the leader of a cult. Interesting chat with Matt who grew up in a haunted house, and ...

Up early, as Lorraine has been getting up at six thirtyish. I was phoned to find out if I would't mind taking the rest of the week off from the London job, as the budget had not yet been signed off by the client. This is actually a major boon as it gives me time to work on the poems, especially as Rhona has not been able to give me any feedback yet. Working hard all day. In the evening another estate agent came around and we chatted. The estate agents are all exactly the same with their valuations, which I suppose is encouraging. Went out this evening with Anton for a beer and a bite to eat in the newly refurbished Hare and Hounds just down the road at Preston Circus. They serve Mexican street food, which was tasty and fresh.  Their beer prices are a bit on the high side, and there is also a  microbrewery in the pub, but this beer is sold scandalously expensively. I paid £4.95 for a pint of their poor, golden-syrupy lager.  Still, the Anton and I had a good laugh and ...