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My plan was for today to be a serious writing day, but after a late night I woke up at some stupid time of mid-morning and flopped around checking email, showering and faffing around with clothes until lunchtime.
And then I skipped lunch.
My car was still trapped at the station after I took a taxi home last night, so Paul popped around and we drove into town so I could collect it while he bought himself some new bedroom lights. I left him there and drove around to Mum’s to put the new coffee machine to the test.
Weather-wise, it’s been a strange day. Cloudy, but warm and damp (Andrew said it was like being inside someone’s underpants) but even so we sat in the garden on the top patio without the need for coats, slowly sipping the froth from out lattes.
I left around seven to be at Trevor and Jon’s by eight for sangria and paella in an attempt to recreate last week’s holiday. The weather wasn’t quite right, and we were eating in the conservatory rather than out on the street, but some considerate neighbour or other did have the foresight to let off a garden full of fireworks just gone eleven to recreate that slightly dangerous seafront atmosphere.
The cats seemed to barely notice - just looked up through the glass ceiling at a flashing sky.
We’d got through a fair bit of sangria by the time the night was over and as Trevor went out into the garden to deal with a sudden influx of slugs and snails Jon, Paul and I flopped around in the lounge drinking tea and fighting to stay awake.
When it felt like we were losing the battle, we called it a night, and Paul and I walked back across the floodplain towards home. It’s surprising how wide it is when you’re not goint by car - it was the first time we’d walked from that side of town - but were back in familiar territory, away from the spooky deserted plain and in the warmth and light of Paul’s hallway, feeling full, warm, and a little more awake from the walk.
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