Last week was quite rubbish. Work getting cancelled or re-scheduled. Clients who have no idea what they are doing and people not paying their bills. I don’t like the hot, muggy weather at all and I’m getting pretty run down. On a lighter note - I’ve had a good meeting with the local authority and they are keen on the idea of setting up a cultural quarter in Hastings, and almost all the feedback I’ve had so far has been supportive and positive. I’m probably creating a rod for my own back, and I already suspect that at least one person is planning on muscling in. Generally when I have a good idea I’m stupid enough for someone else to profit from it.
I’s taking Thursday and Friday off next week. It’s my ‘big’ birthday. I don’t intend celebrating - and I’m hoping nobody else does either - life isn’t what it should be - I’m in debt, work is a nightmare and I can’t understand how it’s going to get much better. The house is falling down and the politics of this country makes me sick.
Never mind - at least I went to a wedding that didn’t end up in a fight and everyone there was happy.
|In front of my building, just as the ice cream van arrived|