I went for a job interview the other day. I didn’t get it. I’m not terribly sad about it, either. Maybe I should be, but it would have been part time and a thirty minute car journey there everyday, so it’s not a big loss.
But I guess I am having a little trouble defining myself without a paying job to my name. Sadly, being an author doesn’t yet count in that department. Hopefully, one day, it will.
Our first week in our new house has been one involving lots of groundwork (literally) and being burnt to bits. It’s been ridiculously sunny and hot here. My poor ginger Bear has had to cower in the shade/drown himself in a veritable vat of sun cream in order to stay his lovely pale self.
I, on the other hand, have had my back burnt to a crisp. McCoys are planning to release me as their next speciality flavour.