under another sun

Blowing a gasket A different kind of boring today. To be precise, a workman drilling and grinding into my wall at a completely unreasonable 6:25am. Stormed out in my dressing gown, which flapped nastily, to roar at him. On returning to my house he began drilling again. Moved quickly into furious mode, and, returning, left him in no doubt that he was in personal danger. Things quietened down, and at least it was an early start to the day. Onto the packed train and sat opposite a man who coughed on me all the way to Victoria, had fantasies of stoppering his mouth with a 15thC mace, or a fetishist's rubber bung, or a cactus, or a live ferret etc. Walking through the graveyard I decided to reboot the day. And did so successfully. An enjoyable day in the agency, and working hard. Surprisingly they asked to film me talking about a charity for a mood video - a long shot of me and Ed talking over concepts today, and an interview tomorrow. Managed too, to have a chat with the right person i...

The getaway Tired by the end of the week, but feeling quite pleased with myself. One more week to go at my old agency. Picked up a copy of On Track, the freebie railway mag that had published some of my articles, and felt quite cheery looking at these. Spooner had tipped me off the day before, when I was out with Bob, by texting me a message that said "Your name is all over some ghastly promotional tat on my train. Are you a journo whore now? x". More about that on my daywork blog. Also had a really nice chat with one of my old bosses, who mentioned a job I might go after. Really nice to be thought of that way. Today, there was lots of work to be done, and I slogged all day - to ensure an early getaway. Back to Brighton, packed in 10 minutes and then was picked up by Lorraine to drive up to stay with her pals who live in a converted pub in a small village near Evesham in Worcestershire, quite near the Cotswolds. Arrived at 11:30 and were fed with stew, and given a large glass...