All work and no play
Up at seven and at work almost instantly. Fortunately the other job I was given yesterday proved easy, so I had finished that by 8:30. It often happens this way... You read the brief and go to bed. And overnight it's all processed by a team of homunculi with rolled up sleeves inside your brain, and bingo you've got the solution to hand the next morning.
Then working on the hogsite all day, which is tantalisingly close to being finished, but still needs more work over the weekend. It's like gripping a wet bar of soap. At lunch did a spot of shopping, including buying a late pressie for Anna, and a pastie which I ate looking at the sea.
Worked on steadily in the afternoon. Until my brain refused to do anymore. The Gnome sent his CV through for me to look at. A great job, and we had quite a long chat. He's doing fine, and sounds more optimistic and full of beans than he has done for a long while.
Sat about playing guitar, which Calliope resents, for a while and driving myself mad trying to use the music notation software.
Off to meet Lorraine in the evening in the Tin Drum for a couple of evil polish beers and some linguine and meatballs. Home feeling braindead. Watched some Nana Mouskouri on BBC4. What a funny little thing she was in her big specs, and odd clothes. Lovely voice though. Lorraine phoned her mum as she had been a big Nana fan in the seventies.
Up at seven and at work almost instantly. Fortunately the other job I was given yesterday proved easy, so I had finished that by 8:30. It often happens this way... You read the brief and go to bed. And overnight it's all processed by a team of homunculi with rolled up sleeves inside your brain, and bingo you've got the solution to hand the next morning.
Then working on the hogsite all day, which is tantalisingly close to being finished, but still needs more work over the weekend. It's like gripping a wet bar of soap. At lunch did a spot of shopping, including buying a late pressie for Anna, and a pastie which I ate looking at the sea.
Worked on steadily in the afternoon. Until my brain refused to do anymore. The Gnome sent his CV through for me to look at. A great job, and we had quite a long chat. He's doing fine, and sounds more optimistic and full of beans than he has done for a long while.
Sat about playing guitar, which Calliope resents, for a while and driving myself mad trying to use the music notation software.
Off to meet Lorraine in the evening in the Tin Drum for a couple of evil polish beers and some linguine and meatballs. Home feeling braindead. Watched some Nana Mouskouri on BBC4. What a funny little thing she was in her big specs, and odd clothes. Lovely voice though. Lorraine phoned her mum as she had been a big Nana fan in the seventies.
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