under another sun

Lorraine working from home, which is always nice. Dawn melting away first thing. I worked on the business book through the morning.  I made a chicken and leek soup of some substance for lunch, but before I'd spooned any of it, I was called with a freelance offer  by a contact I had cultivated last year, which seems fairly promising. Talking to Lorraine over lunch made me rethink my CV (not a document I have much need of). Nobody's life is a dreary chronological list, few people's career and learning is a linear process, so why on earth force it into one, especially if what you are selling is your creativity. Had to complete a Landlord's details form this afternoon. I don't know why form filling fills me with such horror and bile. Forms make me feel cross, even though this particular form was completely reasonable. After completing it as best I could I walked it to the letting agents via the Twitten last thing in the afternoon. Otherwise ticking over on an idea...

Slogging away at the business idea, at lunchtime sloped off to look at my old house in the Twitten, which is now awaiting its new tenants arriving in a couple of weeks. After a look around the place, ate a sandwich and worked in my study for a bit for old time's sake. The desk I use now is much better. Home and Lorraine arrived early afternoon. In the evening I began looking at Chris Ware's Building Stories , which Bob had got me for Christmas. Absolutely beautiful box containing dozens of different format graphic stories, from simple fold over strips of paper, to hardback books, all with aspects of the larger story about the lives of people living in the same building in Chicago. You read the elements in whatever order you find them. Love it. Off this evening with Dawn and Lorraine to the Duke of York's see The Sessions , which we all enjoyed. It dealt with the subject of a paralysed man being visited by a sexual surrogate, a warm-hearted, beautifully-acted little gem ...