under another sun

Orc foot Argh. Orc foot returns... After twisting my foot yesterday, woke up this morning with a really bad ankle again and unable to put weight on it without pain. Much laughable limping today, appreciated by my colleagues, one of whom remarked I looked like a wounded bear. Felt tired and out of sorts today, and not at all in the mood for work which is making my head explode. Stayed put at my desk when I was not in interminable meetings. Toby sent me some excellent photos of Argentina this morning. I will put some on here shortly. Having kept my sunglasses for some months without wearing them, I walked into the agency reception this morning, and they simply fell apart on my face as one of the tiny screws dropped out and was lost forever. Most annoying. Home to a rejection of one of my stories from wretched Ambit. Will I never learn? They have rejected my work for more than 25 years. Briefly glimpsed into a dark well of rage and despair, but decided not to go there. Instead made a pork...

Another day in bed with cooties Feeling got at and moany. Temperature now dropping below 100. Slept sweatily most of the day and feel horrible. By way of light relief got a poetry rejection after six months from Ambit. I have sent them work off and on for twenty years and have never got anywhere with them. The editor told me not to give up which was nice. But there comes a moment in a man's life where not banging your head against the same wall is a good idea. You'd think that sitting in a chair wouldn't be a danger, but I coughed and in doing so managed to painfully put my back out. Unbelievable. Spoke to Anton and Mum. Texts from First Matie. Spoke to Sarah too who has contracted what she calls cooties (which are germs) I think she got them from me, and it is clearly a computer virus.