under another sun

Up comparatively early, and had breakfast before Jade and Sam had to set off. Funny to see Beth driving them off to the Station as we waved them off. I was sorry to see them go, and it was a pleasure to have had them stay. Texted Sîan today with the pics I took yesterday with Jade and Lorraine. Then an amount of tidying up and stripping of beds and laundry and so on. Lorraine and I mooched through Preston Park into town, where I had a haircut. Home again, and then the launderette. After this I fancied going into standby mode for a bit, so we watched the first episode of the new Dracula series on BBC, and saw  A Hard Day's Night by the Beatles. Surprised by how chippy the dialogue was. Wilfred Bramble, Pa Steptoe of the ancient series was in it, and was a bit of a cantankerous Samuel Beckett character. Lorraine and I cooked a huge vegetable soup tonight, and lapped it up. The music was good though.

Beatling about Sprang up at the ridiculously late 11 o'clock, and roused Lorraine and Bob. Event he cat was quiet. I made us breakfast and gave Bob a book of Haiku for his birthday before he left. Lorraine and I spent the afternoon pootling about clearing a shed prior to her house move, and to harvest her crop of tomatoes from her back garden. Later Lorraine made a yummy curry containing just-picked tomatoes. Evening given over to returning to the gold sofa to watching TV about the Beatles, including The Beatles: the first US Visit , a documentary made in 1964 about their first trip to the USA. Must have been an incredible for the lads, and a sense of unreality about what has happening pervaded the film. The Beatles looking like they could not believe their luck. Loads of hangers on too, just standing about looking bemused. The lovable mop tops are among my clearest memories of the sixties, along with Tamla Motown, and the jazz and classical records Mum played. I remember going to ...