under another sun

A cheery day, though I can't seem to settle to much in the way of writing at the moment. However, my passport was delivered today in record time. Obviously one of the so dark blue it's black UK ones, instead of the EU burgundy. Still mustn't grumble. Lorraine off to Carline for personal training, and then went off to try a spot of Acupuncture. The woman who gave it to her had a lot to say about spleens, and how the spleen doesn't like cold food. Listening to  How To Make Your Brain Your Best Friend , by the neuroscientist Rachel Barr as I walk. It is excellent, clear and and practical.  In Seaford Cemetery I was taking a snap of a path, when a woman driving through, stopped and asked if I was local. I guess she thought I was there to look at the commonwealth graves. I said I was and we had a friendly chat, and told me her family had lived here for years, and there were lots of her family here. Otherwise a lovely walk, a very warm autumn day. I am loving the idea I can ...

Off to London this morning early, sporting my new jacket under fine skies. Arrived in plenty of time at the station, but because the ticket seller's machine suddenly went slow, I only just caught my train. Into the passport office, where a passport lady told me that I'd not changed in ten years. If only, but I did look dour in my last photo though. Then to Chiswick for discussions with Stephen on work matters. It started raining again there, then back to Victoria to collect my shiny new passport and leap on a train. Once at Preston Park I walked home in torrential rain in my brand new jacket, which was a galling. Betty and Lorraine both at home, Beth rightly feeling horrible by having to get up for 4:20 the next morning. Had a long chat with Helen, who is recovering from surgery and about to undergo radiotherapy. Good to talk to her about everything. We agreed to meet up after I return from Chad. Pleased to be working from home for the rest of the week on my freelance p...

Although I had plenty of time this morning, I ended leaving just in the nick of time to leave to emergency renew my passport. Jumped on a bus, only for it to grind to a halt in a traffic jam. Made it to Brighton station in enough time. To the ticket office, where I found I simply had left my wallet at home. Gah! he second aborted London trip of the week. Had to rearrange the appointment for Monday then walk home feeling something of a chump. But cheered up by Lorraine, who was working at home, and lots of cups of tea. Much work to get on with at home, after talking to Matt and Steve, and was also given a lovely little job by my French pals, writing and storyboarding a wee comic about the plight of Balkan dogs. I have much to thank Balkan dogs for, bless their rabid little faces. Sonia back today from her holiday back home in Bulgaria, where she inevitably must have glimpsed some of my waggy tailed patrons. A nice evening with Lorraine, when  our work was done. A long week. We...