under another sun

A leisurely morning, or at least it would have been if not for Calliope waking me up by whiskering my feet. Up and made breakfast in bed. Did a few bits of work on the bovine poos work, and then we loaded up the car and zoomed off stopping off at Martlet's charity shop in Hove to drop some bits off, then off to Shoreham to Lidls for a bit of variety, and then to Sainsbury's. Dropped some stuff off at Beth and John's place, and picked up a chair they no longer need. Then home for an interlude before bussing it back to Hove where Beth preparing home made coleslaw, and couscous and bits of chicken and halloumi. with the help of Lorraine. John and I sat about listening to more far out bits of King Crimson. Beth bouncing back after a disappointing week, with not getting a part she was really after. I felt for her. Rejection is so much part of an artist of any stripe's life. A fun evening, and Rosie and Innis, just about to go off to Brazil next week, brought Pippi the do...

Some of the pressure lifted today. I handed over the last bits of the job for my Paddington friends, who have been kind and understanding. This means that the impossible job of finishing both the Paddington work and the French work by Friday became possible. So after handing over, I spent the rest of the day slogging on the French work, by the end of the day I felt like the deadline tomorrow is now just meetable. In the morning the plumbers came around too and looked at the job, dropped off his invoice finally, and looked at our downstairs loo. I was surprised by Ken's son and his wife had to return home to the midlands today, leaving everyone scrabbling around to look after Ken. I said I'd sit with him tomorrow night. After pilates, an under the weather Lorraine drove us off to Martlets to see Janet.  Janet is on her own in a bare but pleasant room. She was too tired to talk much, so I just sat there holding her hand for ten minutes while she slept, Lorraine hold...