under another sun

First thing, Lorraine discovered that overnight two and a half grand had been hoovered out of our joint and her personal account. She had made an online purchase of crochet pattern last night for a couple of quid via PayPal. Obviously this revelation very stressful. The bank were very helpful, and seemed to indicate her funds would be returned, but it had to be investigated. PayPal less so. But all in all a shitty way to start the day. I made off to my life drawing class where I kept getting the proportions wrong for some reason. A nice friendly atmosphere there, and Melissa good value as ever. Kate was going to buy some coloured paper, and asked me if I wanted in on some, which was nice. Home again. I went for shortish walk, down by the sea. Great brooding clouds, and the sea greenish and sparkling with light. I always like it when the sea is lighter.  On the way home I walked up past Morrisons, and there were a group of young people gathered on the corner opposite the supermarket...

An excellent morning's writing today, and a happy afternoon pottering about with Lorraine, doing a bit of gardening, and pouring buckets of our remaining rainwater into the fishpond which has evaporated lots due to the strong wind and cloudless skies. A day for talking about life and meditation. I have had a few 'ah-hah!' moments about the mental ruts I have found myself in recently, and am now able to find ways of escaping them. I feel happier than I have felt for some time. We have some peas growing, which Lorraine was very excited about.  In the evening, we took ourselves off to the Little Theatre in Seaford and saw a local production of Twelfth Night. We met Adele and Patrick there, and members of Lorraine's cheery book group including Kate and Delores who I have met before. I enjoyed it enormously, and felt absolutely refreshed in the cascade of beautiful and funny language. Every line a zinger. The direction fairly good too, and the actors did well enough. I don...