under another sun

A bit drained and wet blankety but mostly cheerful. This afternoon the sun was at the exact degree of Libra as it was at the moment of my birth, and so invisible fairy dust was sprinkled over me.   Lorraine had most of the day at home, and she planted the Guernsey lilies she had got me as part of a birthday present, and even did some pottery in the studio this afternoon. It makes me happy when she feels relaxed enough to do that. I finished  Light , by M. John Harrison. Science fiction is not a genre I read much, despite loving it in my teens. This was superior SF though, complex but emotional, and highly readable, with some of it set in Chiswick. Once I finished that I started reading Confessions by St Augustine, and passed the point where my 1980s self had given up and his underlinings ceased. I might take it away with me, especially as the forecast for Paxos is somewhat rainy. Lorraine and I ate a tasty delivery meal from The Viceroy. Finally we have found a decent purveyor...

Woke up in the night feeling oddly doomy and discombobulated. I'd dreamt I was standing in Tanfield Avenue, in Neasden, where we lived for a few years on returning from Guernsey. In the dream I was an adult, and waiting in the living room. It was strangely empty however. Into it arrived two men, my biological father, and grandfather. One of them explained they had been delayed due to one of them having to look after a film star. They were both appeared to be the same age, around 40. I stumblingly introduced myself, and shook both of their hands, and they both introduced themselves as John (which was both their names in reality too). I said, where the hell have you guys been? As far as I can remember, I never dreamt about either of them before.   Got up early, did some writing, and then put all the garden furniture away as we are expecting 50mph winds tonight. Then spent a good deal of time looking at fireplaces. Also contacting a chimney sweep to do Mum's flue. I realise howeve...