under another sun

Wretched cats woke me at six, and I despised them for it. Back to bed after feeding them, feeling exhausted, and slept till 11. Lovely Lorraine bringing me breakfast in bed, including lots of fried tomatoes I had pilfered from Janet's garden yesterday. A bit of home lurking, and discussing what would happen to the Spare 'Oom, when we turn in into a wee workshop, and measuring walls and so on. I also called First Matie for a chat, which was nice as we hadn't spoken for ages. She has just installed a wood burner. Then off to Janet and Ken's and spent several hours there this afternoon and evening. I felt like I had hit a wall this morning, feeling tired and feeble, however, I snapped out of it when I arrived at Janet's house, which was thronging when Lorraine and I arrived. Rod, Ken's son, and Clare his wife, as well as Georgie and Madeline. Hus turned up shortly after us. Lorraine Hus and I had a long chat with Rod and Clare, to discuss what will happen to Ken,...

Lorraine and I basking in it being a Monday and simply sprawling in bed instead of zooming around.  Eventually we got up to eat kippers and go shopping. When we returned Pat and Maureen were waiting for us at home, having been dropped off by Pete. They were here to look after the cats, and also have a change of scene. Lorraine cooked delicious eccles cakes, which we all ate enthusiastically. I spoke to Mum on FaceTime too. Maureen heavily absorbed in the French Open Tennis tournament on TV.  Pat and Maureen certainly love their sports tournaments. Maureen showing us photos of their first great grandchild, called Finlay, who although I am no expert, is one of the better babies. I made a hideously long list of things to be done on my return, which includes creating a campaign for A Glass of Nothing in Edinburgh, get all my accounts straight and send them to the accountant, finish the novel I was weeks away from finishing, send some blinking poetry manuscripts out, keep my bus...