Just get on with it...

No Sir Terry this morning, as he is on two weeks holiday!! So inconsiderate of him when I rely on his cheeriness in the mornings. We had a frost last night, which is quite rare - though I realized how just cold it was when Gay Friend didn't turn up for his usual fix of period drama ("Lark Rise to Candleford") and some chocolate.

Anyway, I walked in the sun this morning, because I knew I would be busy later. It was so gloriously sunny and already warm at 9.30! The sea is never quite still, but this morning it was very calm and blue; the waves made their insistent "shush" as they folded themselves rhythmically onto the shingle, and there was a dancing path of jewelled sparkles beneath the sun. As I looked towards the Palace Pier, all the rides and "amusements" were silhouetted against the blue, looking like something from a space-fiction movie. And when I turned for home, the misty blue sea and sky merged into a soft watercolour wash. Very beautiful and uplifting.

I'm back indoors now, and getting ready to work. Writing this post is my first bit of displacement activity. Next it's a shower and some toast and coffee. Of course, the words I will need are already forming in my head, and will go down on paper as smoothly as cream into coffee. It's the usual routine. See you later...