A little light relief… Happy Friday!…
I have a confession to make. I have piles. Giant piles. Really annoying piles. There’s one in the kitchen, one in the bedroom, and several in the office. I spent a good part of last week organising the flat, and this task has spilled into this week. Because I rewarded myself with an eyebrow wax (well, both eyebrows, I don’t like to be uneven) and a trip to Starbucks on Friday. With the help of my new people, several black…
Looking for work is my job these days. If I’m not searching online/offline for vacancies, I’m sending out speculative letters with a copy of my CV, or writing about doing such things. On Fridays, I go to a job club, which involves sitting around and eating biscuits with other unemployed people. We talk about goal-setting, and confidence-building and what’s been on television. Now, I have goals. And confidence. I think big. And outside the box. I even think outside the…
My pen actually ran out of ink today. I’m still writing down thoughts first thought on the island, and sometimes get carried away. Sarge bought me a red Moleskine Daily Planner that I am using as a journal. I need the lined paper. Or else my writing runs away with itself. It does that even on lined paper. And even though I ‘need’ the lines, I still find myself running out of ink on envelopes and bank statements. And envelopes…
Tuesday 28th December 2010 We say we’ll be on the road by 10.00. It is noon before we set off. I am wedged in the backseat between some bags, two tires and Sarge. By 3.00, I have lost feeling in my ass. I find it again when twisting to take photos through the windows. My father has never been good at time-keeping. The fact that he has his own time zone is part of his charm. We always get where…
