Subtlety: best avoided when hungry
Tuesday, April 21st, 2009An exchange with a sandwich vendor who didn’t quite get it.
An exchange with a sandwich vendor who didn’t quite get it.
Off to hospital again yesterday (the Charing Cross, in Fulham Palace Road) for a check-up following my leg and elbow operations earlier this year.
If I type this really fast it may just sneak under the wire and count as a March post, thus keeping up my new average of a post a month in 2007. Pretty grim stuff, compared with the several a day I used to manage when writing this thing was fresh and new in late 2002.
So, well, yes, it's been a while since I last posted. Quite a bit's happened, actually.
When I fell on Friday I didn't hear the heavy, muffled sound, like a thick bar of chocolate being snapped in its wrapper, that heralded my broken foot of a few years ago.
Ever gluttons for punishment, we spent the weekend in a small tent on a hillside in Somerset. Friday night served up gale force winds, Saturday gave us thunderstorms, but the tent – a relic from my days in the Scouts and 25 years old if it's a day – was equal to all.
A while ago I got an email from San Francisco – a very small publisher planning a very low budget anthology had seen a brief snippet of my writing and wanted me to submit more for inclusion.
Seven years ago from the day that's just ending I found myself suddenly and (somewhat) unexpectedly out of a job. A quick bit of spinning and I was self employed, freelance, my own boss.
Haven't had a regular paycheque since, it's all been invoicing by the day.
Haven't looked back, either – I heartily recommend it as [...]
So, we're back from holiday – have been for a week actually.
Have been doing some thinking, as follows…