One of the disadvantages about writing a daily blog is that
to make it interesting you generally have to do interesting things to write
about, or at least do some things.
My weekends back home do not make particularly interesting
reading as I don’t tend to do much other than walk my dogs and eat lots of
food, which cancel each other out.
If I were scraping the interesting barrel – and I am – I
would write about the new shoes I ordered being a lot yellower than I
anticipated. It doesn’t matter, a couple of weeks of London grime should sort them
out. Actually, I should read these barrels more carefully, this is bottom of
the banal barrel but I am running out of time to get this written.
Tomorrow I am hoping to get some writing done and intend to
shut myself away in the summer house for a few hours, possibly after painting
it. Or at least those were something vaguely resembling plans, but it looks
like there will be yet more tinkering with the Edinburgh flyers I have agreed
to design for a mate. I have just received a text to tell me that his director
wants more yet changes to be made. I’ll have certainly earned my £20 by the end
of this saga, now I know why graphic designers charge so much more. I must make
a note to remind myself not to agree to design flyers for anyone again. This entry
will do, although I can’t see myself reading it again in another year when
Edinburgh is nearing once more.
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