under another sun

Quiet Adventurers I don't believe in writer's block, but I am finding it impossible to write at the moment. Apart from jotting ideas that, if I had been able to write, I would have written about. Welsh Tracey called by this morning to have a long chat with Lorraine about data. Needless to say, I left them to it. Then off to the supermarket. I am trying to introduce some logic into Lorraine's shopping patterns. For example she will walk through the entire supermarket to get to the sparkling water, which is the heaviest item, and then go back to where she started, rather than collecting it just before checkout, which clearly is the sensible way. Surprisingly she is resisting change, generally good fun though. Not every day you can say that about a trip to the supermarket. Betty returned home this afternoon and filled in an execrably long online application form to be an entertainment host at Chessington World of Adventures. This is for a part time student job, but they asked ...

The Smile of the Mortgage Gods So up early to complete a few tweaks to the HIV piece. It was written in academic language for a specialist review, and was very clear one. When I was a student I was so reverential I thought I was stupid for finding academic language so hard to understand. Now I realise that much of it was simply poorly written. Gah. If only I knew then what I know now... One of the eternal laments of humanity. Then off to the Laines to talk a man called Peter about carpets. I have selected - flawlessly (arf) - a durable and inoffensively biscuit-coloured one. Decided to renegotiate my mortgage having conducted a displacement activity masterclass for the last few weeks. After half an hour I was delighted to be told that, contrary to all previous advice, I could keep my existing mortgage. This means that I won't be stung hundreds of pounds in rearrangement fees, and that I just have to purchase a permission to let agreement from them for £100 and I am in business. I ...

Windbaggery The best part of this week is that I have made a new friend in the form of Sean the art director. He is a very funny guy and we have been setting each other off during the week. However having got everyone happy with the neuropathic pain work by the morning, it was all, rather comically, blown out of the water by the new creative director last thing in the afternoon. Sean and I, however, have been asked back for next week to continue working on it. This at least means a few more doubloons in the Kenny coffers. Home at eightish, and took myself to the pub to wait for Lorraine. Had a slow pint reading my recently purchased copy of the first edition of Lyrical Ballads by Wordsworth and Coleridge. I wanted to discover any thinking that Richard and I can use. But Ancient Mariner aside, its poems really are tripe and onions. While I can appreciate his historical importance, The Prelude aside, I have always found Wordsworth to be a tiresome windbag. Very tired this evening too, ...