Bill knocked at 8.00, brought in his industrial strength drain cleaner and proceeded to battle the bulge in the kitchen u-bend.
My feet are cold. But I am going to wrap up warm and walk to Victoria.
Since leaving LBC it’s been a mission trying to get some kind of routine but it is finally emerging.
Writing all day.
Jungle for an hour.
Panic for ten minutes.
Over the last few days I have been putting various other practices into play. SO it’s
Panic for five minutes.
Actually I am not as manic as I thought I was. Troughs in life are inevitable, at my age sinking into them is rather like a warm mud bath. Better that than doing an ‘Alice in Wonderful’ down the hole jobby.
I’ve put the heating on, made porridge with cinnamon had a HOT shower now I’m heading off to Farringdon for a day of creativity and optimism.
I’m having trouble dealing with Gove, Osborne, May and the Wedding. I don’t trust them or it….As for Ireland and Portugal one is having a general strike theother isn’t. We await developments.