It’s been a funny old week! The writing front’s taking off a bit, but I’m finding it exhausting just keeping up with the little bits I have so far!
😦 the pay for freelance writing is a bit rubbish, at least in this getting started phase! I’m gratified that J K Rowling and Jackie Wilson both went through this poorly paid article writing phase, but I am well aware that they actually had genuine talent that paid off in the end!
😦 my poor Boo-bubby was sacked for taking time off work with his poor broken nose, even though he begged his GP not to sign him off. He was given a ‘fit for work’note that said he could do a max of 3 hours a day until his stitches came out,which he did and they fired him for his work not getting done! He’s not been there long enough to have any kind of redress with them and of course there’s no union support, so it’s all a bit pants for him.
😦 Himself is still suffering from nibbled spuds.
😦 I have to start saving up for a small procedure on Seamus – he is suddenly finding me incredibly attractive – although I have to credit him with being a gentleman and at least trying to lick my right ear first, giving me just enough time to remove myself: actually, sounds like Himself has been teaching him some moves (mostly to the same effect)!
On the positive side, because there is always a positive side:
🙂 We found that the farm shop that sells the chitty spuds also sells coal a lot cheaper than getting it from our local garage (we can’t get a coal merchant delivery because there’s nowhere to store it).
🙂 Date night was moved to Thursday night for reasons to do with school being closed on Friday so Himself’s weekend started early. It was a good night – there was a little garden porn, sorry, planning but this only featured for a short time as it really lost its way once Himself announced that he wants to incorporate an arbour into his design. Since my ears aren’t best (even with regular dog-saliva rinses) I thought he was talking about a harbour, you know, with boats (Himself is a Gravesend boy, so it was an easy mistake as he would actually say ‘arbour for harbour) so we were at crossed purposes for a bit of a time – I really couldn’t see how he expected to build one himself, although the garden’s sufficiently wet that it might just be necessary at some point! Anyway, eventually we agreed that he’d been talking about a structure around which to grow a creeper, to mark the break between the two sections of garden: these are currently the bit too wet to grow anything on and the bit too concrete to grow anything on, with both doubling as dog loo! So, eventually there will be a bit to relax in, then a rose-covered walk through to the bit with raised beds and all manner of hearty greens and flowers growing,whilst of course the dogs will be pooping and scooping as they go! Ah yes, the power of positive thinking!