Thursday, 21 July 2011
To Boldly Go
It is a grim morning in Ipswich. I am disinclined to venture forth on my bicycle. Annabel has decided to stay in bed reading and I am trying to summon the courage to get milk. We have decided that tomorrow would be a good day to resume our residency. I have had an offer of a television but need several more. My "unemployed" tagline on Facebook seems to have lead to two offers of shows for which I am extremely grateful. The Viennese question has been solved, or at least papered over, and I am now turning my sights on a stately home in Hampshire. Outside a man and woman are screaming at each other, "I'm not using you, you're using me!"