under another sun

In horny-handed son of the soil hat on, I was pleased with the rain that fell all night and for quite a bit of the day too. The garden looking lovely this evening, with everything standing to attention. Feeling a bit sluggish today, and struggling to get work done. Wasted time this afternoon in my preparation to go to a writer's group and talk about advertising and poetry in Lewes. Made off to the appointed place, a pleasant pub in Lewes I'd been to once before called The Dorset and waited for everyone to turn up. None did, and a the nice folks behind the bar had no knowledge of the meeting. Nursed my pint of Harvey's for a bit (it seemed rude not to drink it as the brewery is a little more than a stone's throw away). Made my way home again after a bit and received an email saying I had been emailed about it. I hadn't. So rather a waste of time. But I'd quite enjoyed a little trip there and my pint, and the organiser Gilly was apologetic. Home, and a quiet...

Had a vivid dream about Calliope. In it an expert on cat intelligence was assuring me that Calliope was off the scale in terms of her IQ and also that she had highly developed empathy. Lorraine laughed when I told her about this. Working on the sex in advertising section of the book, and it is getting increasingly complicated. One of those bits that the more you work at it the further away from finishing it you become. Grew slightly infuriated with this as the hours rolled on. Gave up. If in doubt: tidy up. Tidied up, sorting through endless pieces of drivel which made me swear. Lorraine, working at home, zoomed off on her bicycle. L and I off to Lewes this evening with Rosie. Stopped to consume Spanish tapas in a bistro packed with ladies of a certain age. Sat next to a fatter man than me slurping down oysters with evident enjoyment, and chatted to Rosie who was looking all sunny and relaxed. Then off to The Dorset, which serves Harveys Bitter a stone's throw away from Harve...