under another sun

A disturbed night. Betty coughing like a docker. I found some cough syrup and in the middle of the night and gave it to her. I found it hard to get to sleep afterwards. Lorraine snoozing the sleep of the just as usual. Lorraine working at home but I spent most of the day manacled to my desk writing about blood clots. Blood clots in the morning. Blood clots in the afternoon. The only respite came for twenty minutes when Lorraine drove us off to collect the wedding invites. Day rather spoiled by a letter from the letting agency who thanks to a clause (no. 32) in the contract I signed, can charge me for selling my house to the tenants they found for me. Had a large tantrum (Lorraine loves working at home with me at the moment) at the prospect of handing money to people for doing sweet FA especially as I've had indifferent service from them and they've had zero involvement with the sale or negotiation. Weasels. Lorraine and Betty out at various places so I had a large Frasi...

Grindstone And so... Working all day on a newsletter about a haemophilia conference. A job that requires ten files simultaneously open on your screen. Thank the lawd I invested in a big wide screen. Had to keep taking half hour boredom breaks, so ended up working on it till ten. Still this is work, and I am very pleased to have it. Below for obvious reasons I have taken the client's branding from this image, but it just made me guffaw. A momentary glimpse into the strange world of pharmaceutical marketing... And while we're at it... A friend found this website that you must look at . Bad weasels!