i’m only sleeping…
Well having (naively, perhaps) anticipated some peace and quiet prior to my Glasgow and Edinburgh visits, I have been somewhat caught on the hop this week and a very busy time has been had; the combination of the end of school holidays and the end of the month payday is a powerful one indeed, it seems! Encounters have ranged from charming to just plain odd (unfortunately everyone’s screening lets them down occasionally, no matter how carefully applied), and all in all I have had a very pleasant few days, if more tiring than expected!
As some (and one gentleman in particular) will remember from years hence, I am not in the habit of remembering the clock-going-back/forward dates and this year was no exception – having risen, put on the kettle and opened the living room curtains last Sunday morning to the usual noncommittal overcast-ness outside, I had pottered aimlessly about as usual in my dressing gown for almost an hour before realising that it was barely 9am and I had no business being up at all. If nothing else, I obviously need to update my consumer durables, since the only item I own to efficiently reset it’s own clock was my trusty BlackBerry (apart from the television, which, Christmas excepted, is never switched on before 6pm and therefore not particularly useful for monitoring the time). My delightful Sunday evening caller fortunately caught me after a recharging afternoon nap, as the combined effects of an early start and a carvery dinner were taking their toll by barely 3pm and a couple of hours on the couch pretending to listen to the Top 40 were unavoidable if I was going to remain awake throughout, even in such pleasant company.
Teatime sleepiness (age, big dinners, waking up too early) is getting to be a constant as the afternoons get duller and darker, and is yet another reason why I rarely work in the evenings although it was news to the other participant in an increasingly bizarre text conversation last night, who apparently knew more about how I conduct my business than I do and could not for the life of him understand why I didnt want to charge off to York – an hour away and £120 minimum round trip in a taxi – for a one hour outcall at ten o’clock at night; apparently the word ‘flexible’ on my website in the context of my hours of availability translates to some as ‘will go anywhere 24 hours a day with no notice required and happy to earn nothing in the process’. That said, this one notwithstanding, this week has settled down from the Looney Tunes of a fortnight or so ago, and the majority of would-be punters getting in touch lately have thoughtfully displayed mental acuity greater than that of a shower curtain.
The unexpected demands upon my time have also meant I have got no further with the new pictures – sorry! I will endeavour to rectify this shortly, particularly as I have some requests to fulfil (an idea I had of my own has been scuppered completely by my habit of eating two whole pomegranates a day for as long as they remain three for a pound, no matter how many I buy). Certainly if not over the coming days, before my trip to Manchester on the 18th; the way the daylight is going, I will have no choice other than get them sorted quickly – I have had to close the curtains at ten past four today! At least the shower room is well lit…
For now (and tentatively), whilst I am looking forward to seeing a couple of regular gentleman over the coming days, I will not be available at all over the weekend – having not had a day off since last Saturday, I will be spending the one approaching playing with the fishes, finishing off Series Two of my Wire boxset and eating banoffee pie in my pyjamas, followed by the usual packing madness on Sunday afternoon. And since I still haven’t figured out how to get the locked padlocks off my suitcase from the other week, I will more than likely be rummaging for pliers before the careful process of layering corsetry, condoms and all other necessary sundries with Cup-A-Soups, Marmite and phone (x3)/ipod/Vaio chargers, until the initial opened appearance is more Nest Of Vipers than Sexee Laydee Travelling Accoutrements. Any tips on elementary padlock-busting will be gratefully received; either way, my language will be, as ever, a disgrace.
Back in Scarborough on Saturday 13th!
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