It’s been an interesting week, so far. Tuesday was our regular Plot Bunnies meeting, where there were, for the second meeting in a row, 12 of us, yesterday I went training and was able to stay for the late, newly created strengthening and conditioning class (think lots of bruise-inducing arm blocks and punished stomach muscles – ouch), and I was able to stay because I was to spend the night with friends in Peacehaven, a little way east of Brighton, who had asked me to cat-sit while they were in California. Continue reading
Last weekend, the World Fantasy Convention was in Brighton. I’d known about this since earlier in the year, and I tweeted the friend of Plot Bunnies, first-ever Q&A victim, Joanne Harris, to ask if we could perhaps meet up while she was in town. Yes, she said, that would be lovely. She asked me to email her nearer the time. (We’d been corresponding via Twitter & re Plot Bunnies for a while, by this time.)
On Monday the 3rd of December, I met up with Ian Chisnall in our local Plot Bunnies pub, the Caxton Arms. Ian ran in the elections on the 15th November to be the Police and Crime Commissioner for Sussex. Sadly (in my opinion), he came only third (the position was won by a Conservative lady), but nonetheless, he agreed to meet me as planned after the election to discuss various issues.
I was looking out the window this morning, drinking my coffee, and my attention was drawn, as it usually is, to the buddleia bush. When I was growing up, buddleia bushes would be alive with all sorts of butterflies. This one, by comparison, like others I’ve seen in the last few years, is relatively naked.
I was just walking back up from meeting a friend in North Laine, where we’d had a drink in the friendly (if a little pricey) White Rabbit pub, when I noticed the Bear Inn off the Lewes Road had a sign in its entrance that I hadn’t noticed before: ‘LOCALS ONLY’, it said, ‘ID REQUIRED’. I stood there and stared at it for a few seconds to make sure I hadn’t misunderstood – this is Brighton, after all – and then continued on my way.