Final week in shite job, so woo and yay. I've decided to take a month off to relax, and to write about 20,000 words of 'Operation Bargain Book'. At the end of June I will be doing a refresher course for freelance journalists for a bit of a confidence boost, then I'll be looking for a new job and an agent, and temping if need be.
My back is a bit better - although I'm making loud crunching noises on a frequent basis - and I'm allowed to start exercising again gently, starting with a bit of swimming this evening. If that doesn't feel so good I shall retire to the jacuzzi, natch.
My month off is going to be all about relaxing, making my back better, and doing fun (cheap) stuff.
Part of the fun stuff will be catching up on my reading, so I'm starting to make a list of books. I'm going to read the John Peel biography and Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky by Patrick Hamilton, plus I have rashly joined a book group and will have to speed read Two Caravans in time for next week.
Any other suggestions, Voxers? Please bear in mind that I can't stand stuff like the Da Vinci Code and chick lit, but apart from that, feel free to recommend away, classic or contemporary. Think I will be able to get through about 15 next month, so do get stuck in...
I am aware that my blog is getting grumpier by the day, and will try to have a better day tomorrow.
But on my way in to work this morning I got hit by a bloody cab. He'd pulled up to a stop in a side road, and as I crossed he suddenly decided to accelerate into the oncoming traffic (and me). I managed to slam both my hands onto the bonnet and inform him he was a fucking moron, slightly a la Midnight Cowboy, but - dare I say it - a fair bit cooler and meaner than Dustin H.
I then pulled myself up to the full, nay towering, 5ft 5 and bellowed through the side window that it wasn't his right of way and he should look where he was going.
That told him. I'm a bit scratched and bruised but nothing is broken. I am, however, delighted to find that I've perfectly retained my ability to swear really really well at people who deserve The Wrath.
And speaking of the Scarlet Mist coming down (ethical music lovers), Wifey has managed to get us tickets to see Mogwai tonight at the Royal Festival Hall, so my day can only get better. Bring the noise!
I have managed to get them to give me the leaving date I wanted. End of this month.
[this is progress]
After that I'm going to take a month off and do lots of nice things 'cos I'm all bent out of shape.
