Grey Area

Monday Morning - and after all tat rain over the weekend, the country park was totally waterlogged. I usually have trench foot by Xmas - nothing really keeps that amount of mud out. My shoes and the hem of my dog walking trousers usually start rotting about now.

The dogs both decided to empty their bowels at the same time - as I was clearing up Alfie's offering, Little Mouse decided to kick up a bit of grass, and a turd caught me square in the face. That seems to be the story of my life right now.

I have a load of 'not nice' stuff to do today - and a print job is being delivered to a client - I've totally lost confidence with the printer and I'm dreading the outcome. As usual - I'm broke and have a stack of bills to pay. I'm putting in an invoice today that will tide me over until Xmas - after that.... fuck knows.

The new Principle takes over on Jan 1st - I have no idea what to expect there and I wasn't expecting it when I took on the job - it could range from nothing - to having to re-apply for my job - to the loss of my department. If that happens I'm throwing in the towel and signing on. I've never claimed benefits and I'm sure it will the beginning of the end.

I've been putting together some detailed proposals for developing my department and finding new ways to generate income for the college and work for myself, if they don't come to anything I don't really see how I can afford to keep working like this after the end of the year - it's impossible to teach and work commercially at the same time - much harder than I expected.

Yesterday was grim - bloody dark and wet all day. I hate Sundays - I always have - there is something so grim about them. When I lived in Brighton it felt like the whole town would get hammered on Sunday Lunchtime just to make it all go away.

Only 3 weeks until I have my Xmas break..... how fucking grim is that.