Sitting in a room waking up while people concentrate all around me for money. That was how the day started. It’s a strange thing to be good at, but I’ve done it on and off for twenty years this invigilating malarkey. I can do it standing on my head.
As soon as I was finished I jumped into Bergie and shifted home. I gave the cats double food – it’ll have to last them until tomorrow. Packed up some underwear. Charger. Toothpaste. Contact lenses. And got in a TRAIN. Only a few quid if you book it in advance and I knew about this. If I wanna go anywhere, Lou has Joni now, her little green car. Chances are tomorrow I’m just gonna lounge by the sea and look at lines. Need to be close to off book on Saturday. I’m not gonna drive everywhere, everything in Brighton is walkable from Kemptown.
I went to The Thomas Kemp briefly for easy food, and they had seven people playing Irish pub music, largely unobserved, doing it for the joy the practice and hopefully some money. Fiddles, mostly. Really evocative and nicely done, but I didn’t want to stay there too long as I don’t get much time with Tessy these days. If I’m gonna be here I’m gonna play with this fluffy idiot even if she’s an attack cat. She just got discombobulated chasing a moth on top of a clothes rail, and when I picked her up and brought her back to stability she considered mangling my calf in recompense. Thankfully she thought better of it as she was pretty stuck. Just didn’t want to admit it. She’s quick, and if she wants to she’ll attach herself with claws and teeth to a soft bit of you. I’ve largely learnt to read the signs but we can’t be on full alert forever.
This flat is peaceful and calm, a real sanctuary for a damaged cat. I’m about to turn in and no need for sleepy drink, I sleep like a log here and a good thing too as Tessy will be up at the first sniff of dawn and will be yelling at me no later than 5.30am. It’s already too late. I’m off to bed so I can enjoy seaside light and a warmer day tomorrow please thank you God.
AlBarclay 