Cat Head Seen From Skylight (night of 29/05/2026)

 I stick my head up into the small attic window. A great landscape of roofs and plants. Slightly mysterious. I see something nice. I realise it is a cat moving beyond the plants. I can just see a head. I think this would make a wonderfully spooky story.

In an alcove like the one in my flat but slightly more cosy, more mysterious. I see there are a lot of posters on the wall. 'I must get rid of this rubbish' I think.

Canal Boat and Teenagers (night of 29/05/2026)

 The canal - possibly the marina in Worcester. I meet a woman who says to me 'you live on the boat next to mine!'. I think this is the older woman who used to work at Pure in Brighton. I am worried I may seen rude, but I have not been to the boat in a long time. She does not believe me 

Walking with Emily. She goes into a boat - is this the older woman's boat? I am unsure. There is suddenly a lot of teenagers about me. Annoying. I ring Em "where did you go?" It am cross with her for abandoning me.I think I say there were lots of teenagers about so I did not see where she went in. "Not when I went in" she retorts. She is angry with me.

In a room on a boat. Lots of teenagers / college types. One sits next to me - she is slightly flirty with me. I move away - she moves closer to someone else. Maybe she wasn't flirting with me after all. Em sits across the room from me 

Pre-Midwinter Notes

Eventually leave Charlie's house at 8:00am, after a 'quick pint' the night before turns into the opposite. Luke and Ray head off one way, Ian and me another. One of those bright and chilly December days. Bright sun blazing, slightly sunset-coloured on Wild Park on the hill. Are we really this far up Lewes Road? I eventually make it home about 10am. I sleep for five hours. That night, at Al's, I only drink three beers, and am unsurprisingly subdued.
We won the pub quiz last night.
Monday now. I have a slight headache. A sore throat. The precursor of a cold. I sit here in bed, listening to the sound of a saw or something. Some back garden piece of machinery. There was a dog barking a minute ago. Sunlight on the houses across the gardens.
Everything is so deep in December and wintry.
I imagine this is the kind of day I might find a lost area of woodland in a place I pass every day, or a secret room in a house - perhaps this one - I have known for years.