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First, thank you everyone for the kind comments, hearts, and stars on Tuesday’s blip. What a lovely lot blippers are!

I haven’t been keeping up at all as I’m on the move again. Yesterday I took the train down to Brighton to spend a couple of days with my sisters N and D. It’s a long time since I was last here. We spent the evening at D’s house and then N and I went back to hers to sleep.

This morning we all headed to Lewes on the bus, getting there mid-morning. A wander round posh shops was remarkably fruitful, especially as several were having sales … before Christmas! So I now have some Sea Salt socks (well, I did need some more socks, maybe not seven pairs) and a needed meat thermometer for Christmas Day. We didn’t even make it to Waterstones, luckily.

Lunch at the Depot, a cinema and cafe-bar, was very pleasant — it’s a lovely space. See artily out of focus phone photo. Then D went home to get ready for her book group Christmas meeting, and N and I went into the cinema to see a rather strange Zambian film, On Becoming a Guinea Fowl, which won a prize at Cannes this year. We found it quite confusing and surreal, but reading some reviews when we got back helped make sense of it. I’m sure we missed some nuance owing to our ignorance of Gambian culture. I’m not sure I would recommend it to everyone, but it was an interesting experience.