under another sun

Lorraine and my thirteenth wedding anniversary day today. A rainy Monday, but we had some nice time together this evening. We'll bank our celebration for a bit later, but when I got in this afternoon, I brought some chocolate and flowers for Lorraine, who devoured the chocolate with relish. I'd been to Brighton this afternoon to see Anton, and find out how he's doing and what we can do to help. He will probably have his heart operation next week. And we discussed what needs to happen after this. Meanwhile Anne is still holding on in hospital. It's all very hard for him at the moment. Home and Mum needs to sort out car insurance, so I will pop up this week and do this. Can't wait to shake off this post-covid tiredness. Just little or no energy all the time. Began reading the new book by M John Harrison called The End of Everything just before bedtime. It was splendid. Below... Thirteen years ago.  

Woken in the middle of the night by Maureen saying that Pat was on the floor. Outside, as we rushed off, we couldn't help but notice how bright the stars were. We were there in three minutes. Apprehensive when we were in the lift, but we found Pat had simply slipped out of bed. Maureen had wrapped him up warm. Lorraine and I got him up, no easy task, and tucked him back into bed. Back home again half an hour later, though it took both of us a while to get to sleep. The clocks fell back today, but our extra hour had been used up on alarms in the night. Lorraine and I married 12 years ago today. We agreed on no presents, but Lorraine gave me a card and a little blue glass heart. I got her nothing and felt ashamed of my disorganisation.  A cup of tea in bed for breakfast, and there was another call saying Pat had slipped out of bed again. So we zoomed around picked him up. He was stronger today and able to walk a bit. Lorraine and Maureen monitoring his blood pressure which is high. L...

Lorraine and I got married 11 years ago today. We had planned to go out for a meal, and be adventurous, but we both had a weird surging gurgling stomach bug so simply lay low instead. A really enjoyable day nevertheless. 

Today, ten years ago, Lorraine and I got married. Cards, and Lorraine had got me a little heart, and some heart shaped lebkuchen. We slipped off this afternoon to wander about in Alfriston which is a lovely village not far from us nestled in the downs. Also we walked down to the church and the White Bridge over the river where two swans were swanning about.  Mooched about looking at a good art shops, and lurking in the Much Ado bookshop when the rain started, as it had done when we went there with Toby recently.   Home again, and a much needed rest of my slowly and steadily improving back, before heading around the corner to an Italian restaurant called Ginos. Turns out this was a really nice place, which had been recommended to us. We put aside our Zoe approved foods, and had salad, prawns in hot sauce, and two delicious pizzas, very much home made style. Yum. Anyway, definitely the happiest ten years of my life thanks to Lorraine. Below Alfriston village green and its churc...