under another sun

Salisbury Road a hive of industry. Editing for seven hours. Cheerlessly re-listening to one of my poorest interviews. Not my guest's fault however.   Meanwhile Amanda did her last day of painting the spare room, in chestnut mushroomy taupe which will look very nice with the Inca Gold carpet. Sylwia cheerily cleaning this morning.  I had intended to go to the gym or a long walk, but I just wanted to finish the edit, which I did at 5:15pm.  Lorraine very busy today, showering Pat this morning, then delivering Story Time at the library and later taking Pat to see Cóilín the nice dentist.  I spoke to Mum and we were really pleased that Toby had not travelled today. A huge fire disabled all the electricity, causing disruption to a thousand flights. I was keen to get out and drink beer. Lorraine got home just in time for us to go to the pub for the usual Friday Night shenanigans in the Old Boot Inn with assorted 're-booters'. Another tableful, and a new woman called Andy, ...

Got up, enjoyed breakfast and I went to my desk free at last to write what I want, but found I was not  terribly productive. My study needed tidying, and I spoke to Mum.  Lorraine off doing Story Time and then went to Pat and Maureen's armed with their fish and chips. I popped out later to the postoffice and then found Lorraine walking with Pat outside House. I joined them, having waved to Maureen in the window, walking along the beach past the beach shelter where the group were playing ukuleles and singing. We sat a bit further along,  basking in the suddenly summery conditions. Back past the ukulele players, dropping some money into their bucket. Pat got back into the building, and Lorraine and I walked home along the seafront then to Morrisons.  In the evening off to The Old Boot to meet Steve, Adele and Patrick, and Patrick's brother Ronan who lives in Vietnam. Lorraine and I were a little early, and were talking to a chap called Patrick who was one of the ukulel...