under another sun

Blank for special messages Before I went to work I was able to sort out how to edit material on the radio MP3 recorder. Turns out Anton and I had not recorded a single word of our Dragon Quest walk. It was blank. Discovering this made me want to boil my own head, or perhaps plunge needles into my own eye sockets. Especially as the only thing on the freaking recorder was Neil's voice patiently explaining how to use it. The good news, of course, is that we can do it again, and much better the second time as neither of us were loving what we had done the first time. And when Anton and I chatted about it this morning this was the only way of looking at it. Maybe this was what made me feel a bit tetchy this morning, not helped by sitting in a board meeting which as any fule kno is invariably a tiresome yapfest. Mood much improved at lunchtime, which was something of a replay of yesterday. Another walk along the river with the French Bloke, and talked about interesting things such as the...

TV is big and clever Lovely day again today. Woke up early and got out of bed at 6:30. Managed however to miss my train, and had to catch a slightly later one. As I answered a call from Anton on the train to talk tiresomely about his new phone, and it was then I discovered I was sitting next to Pam and had a nice chat with her. She had work to do, and I returned to listening to the excellent The Time Traveler's Wife . It works fantastically well as an audiobook. Work fine. Had my lunchtime constitutional with the French Bloke, and we walked along talking authoritatively about wide ranging topics, towards Putney Bridge and back again. Walking in the sun by the river made us both feel very cheerful. Also got a call from Mad Dog as we walked who is doing well after being ill last week. After work I went straight home, swapping text with Sprinkles on the train, and cooked myself a quick stir fry before managing to find the automatic tuning menu for the digital channels. And biff! Sudd...

Zooming about Up early and gave into a craving for melted cheese and coffee, then pottered about before speaking to the lovely Sprinkles at five o'clock in the Florida morning. It was raining there, and blazing here in soggy old England. Then Anna called and said she would come with me to buy a television. I zipped up the hill, and saw Klaudia drifting about in her purple dress (purple is her favourite colour which is why A&A's garden is bedecked with purple flowers) and sparkling pink shoes, and I held baby Oskar for a bit. He is such a tranquil thing. As we left, Anton called after us asking Anna to check that I had my wallet, and to make sure I hadn't dropped it. It will be some time before Anton gets tired of the losing things business after yesterday's microphone incident. Anna, a saintly woman, is the best person I know to go shopping with. As I learnt a couple of years ago, after sacking Anton as my personal clothes shopper, Anna proceeds with decisiveness an...

The false rubber tongue of destiny Not a great deal to report for Friday, other than the glory of it being a Friday. However I seemed to be working flat out all day, which isn't really the idea of Fridays. Still a cheery atmosphere and a possible resolution to the ridiculously painful business of choosing music for the TV advert adaptation. But I heard some rushes and realised that the script which I'd had to adapt wasn't much good. It's so much easier just to do things from scratch, rather than second guess and tinker. A leaving do tonight for Phil after he'd been at the agency for ten years. Stood in the works bar looking around me and realised that I was now one of the real old hands at the place, which is not necessarily a good thing in an agency. However it was good night and I was sorry to see Phil go. However we'll keep in touch. Big manly hugs after the call of the seagull was heard. Hadn't had an evening in the agency bar for many months, and it wa...