under another sun

To Brighton this morning to meet Beth during her lunchtime break, and I quickly went to the bank, and bought a couple of books. Felt great to be in our home town, even if it is just for a flying visit. Off this afternoon off to Staplefield, a village with a pub in it called The Victory. Jo, whose house we are currently renting and a work pal of Lorraine's, got married to her husband David quietly on Friday and gathered a few friends this afternoon. Our new next door neighbours were there too, and were very pleasant. Chatting with people working in education (several knew Lorraine) fell in with one of the locals too. Pleasant afternoon, and I enjoyed a few pints of Harveys. Then to to collect Beth from the station. Plan A was go to a nearby firework display -- a controlled display as Lorraine can't abide the uncontrolled ones. It was however hosing down with rain, so instead the three of us ended up playing Euchre till late. I taught them the three handed game and it brought...

The manacles slacken Still feeling sluggish, but soon working on the rheumatoid arthritis copy till lunchtime, when there was a surprise manifestation of Bob, who'd been working in Brighton. He popped into have a quick lunchtime cuppa, and rave about unspeakable work politics. He said with some feeling that he'd much rather be writing about rheumatoid arthritis, which was probably a good thing to hear. The Tobster appeared mid afternoon, staying overnight before flying home tomorrow. After I'd slipped out of the copy irons, Toby and I hung out chatting till Lorraine came around and we three walked into Brighton for a cheeky farewell beer in a pub called The Victory, and then went for assorted tapas in Casa Don Carlos discussing a trip to Canada. We lurched home to watch an episode of BSG and sip purifying sparkling mineral water with a squeeze of lemon. Must find out why there are so many pubs relating to Nelson in Brighton. There is the Battle of Trafalgar, which is my nea...