under another sun

A lovely card today from Janet Caulfield, thanking me for choosing her painting and subequently buying it. She said it was a big boost to her confidence. The painting fits in so well with what I am writing about at the moment, that I should be thanking her. Feeling decidedly more on the ball at last. Luckily so I interviewed a rather excellent American poet, Danez Smith, this afternoon over in Minnesota. I really liked them (Danez goes by they/them pronouns) and hopefully our conversation will turn into good interview when edited. Very relieved to get that one in the bag, for some reason it turned into a big deal in my head, and feeling washed out still made me a bit apprehensive. Lorraine much more energetic too although in danger of over doing it, in a  bit of a tidying frenzy, and playing piano and generally getting busy. She made sourdough for the pizza bases, and a tomato sauce for the tomatoey stuff, and she led the making of pizzas this evening, using olives and anchovies an...

Up early with Lorraine, she was zooming off to do her physical training. I was off to London. Caught the usual 9:24 train from Seaford, changed at Lewes but only got as far as Hateful Heath where we were all turfed out of the train, and left on the platform. By eleven and there was no sign of escape and l people trying to get to Gatwick to catch planes and so on.   At this point I called Mum and rearranged my visit for Friday. Lorraine, called me, just having finishing her session at nearby Bolney, picked me up and took me to Brighton, and then went on to see Rosie in Hove.  At London Road, I just missed a Seaford train, half an hour for the next one only went to Newhaven. A bus home arriving at 1am, 3 hours 45 minutes since I left home. Later I went to Seaford Station, and described my morning in such detail to the nice ticket lady, that she gave me my money back so I would stop talking about it. I did bump into Adam Bushell on the way to Newhaven where he lives.  Adam w...