Friday - recycling day.
Oh - the binmen were noisy about it today. I had naively hoped for a
bit of a lie-in this morning. It didn't happen.
I had made plans for my
day today. I had all sorts of errands to do on the computer, and a
stack of laundry to sort as well. The plan was to alternate between
computer and washing line; getting all the jobs done before the
forecast rain started at 3pm. A good plan; or so I thought.
I had all the on-line
chores done and the last load of washing in the washing machine by
mid-morning. And then the rain started. So I put loads of washing
round the house wherever I could, fell asleep in front of the telly
and woke a couple of hours later only to remember all the chores that
I had forgotten about. Astro club finances, uploading the blog
backup, having yet another re-write of my C.V., some promotional
stuff for the stall I shall be running on Sunday. I'd been planning
to do them all week, and had forgotten.
And just as I thought all
the chores were done an agency phoned with a possible opening. Would
I possibly be interested in.... The nice lady described *exactly* the
sort of job I would like to do. So why did she wonder if it might
only possibly be of interest to me? Probably because it's such a
specialised job that even the specialists don't realise what's what.
I've decided I'm going to
enter a
writing contest. A short sci-fi story of between seven hundred
and fifty words and one thousand five hundred words.... easy-peasy.
I've chosen to write up humanity's fourth extra-solar mission. All I
need to do now is to shave twenty five words off of the first draft.
I shall be tapping up
proof readers in the next week or so...
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