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Jun. 25th, 2007 10:27 pmI've invented a whizzo new pastime. Every day I make a list of things I have to do including things left over from the previous list, and then I deliberately fail to do them. It gives me enormous satisfaction! Occasionally I find that I've actually done one or two things on the list without realising it, which is a bit disconcerting, but on the whole it works very well.
Today I've done absolutely nothing but mess about on the Internet. I uploaded quite a few more photos to Flickr and I cooked the dinner, but apart from that I've done nothing constructive at all. This is partly because I've been trying to stop myself thinking about something.
This morning a chap called Steve phoned Charles about giving him a part-time job on his CD stall in Grainger Market and asking him to go for an interview tomorrow morning. I know that Charles is terribly anxious and nervous about it, even though he would rather like the job, and I've had to try really hard not to fuss and tell him what to wear, or say or do. I know that the man is a nice guy who knows the score about Charles, and I've actually seen him, because it's the place I always buy Christmas present CDs for John. Both the chaps who work there are about my age and into all the sorts of music I like and people our age grew up with.
I've been so worked up about Charles getting worked up about it, that I've been feeling physically sick. I actually thought I was going to throw up after dinner, but fortunately that has passed somewhat. I don't know whether Charles is managing to sleep. He went up at 9.00 and said he was going straight to bed, but I imagine him lying there in the dark, sleeplessly worrying himself sick about it. I don't think I'll be sleeping much either, as I've promised to wake him early and nowadays when I have to wake early I have trouble sleeping anyway, apart from worrying about him.
It would be such a great thing for him to get a job and hold it down, and particularly for him to enjoy it. He hasn't worked except for me since Spring 1999, so it's a big step and a great leap forward if he succeeds.
Oh God! I'm so anxious for him and I'm praying so hard that he'll be OK and get the job if he wants it.
Oh dear! I must stop this. I've started to feel sick again and I've got a splitting headache.
Today, after seeing photos of Shirley Bassey in her posh stage frock and diamanté wellies, I searched on the Internet for snazzy wellies, just in case the weather for Holly's wedding is too awful. It's amazing how many different kinds of snazzy wellies there are. Unfortunately they're far too expensive and the tops are not big enough for my fat legs. The little half-boots don't seem to come in anywhere near as many nice styles.
Perhaps I'll find my khaki gardening clogs and embellish them myself!!
Today I've done absolutely nothing but mess about on the Internet. I uploaded quite a few more photos to Flickr and I cooked the dinner, but apart from that I've done nothing constructive at all. This is partly because I've been trying to stop myself thinking about something.
This morning a chap called Steve phoned Charles about giving him a part-time job on his CD stall in Grainger Market and asking him to go for an interview tomorrow morning. I know that Charles is terribly anxious and nervous about it, even though he would rather like the job, and I've had to try really hard not to fuss and tell him what to wear, or say or do. I know that the man is a nice guy who knows the score about Charles, and I've actually seen him, because it's the place I always buy Christmas present CDs for John. Both the chaps who work there are about my age and into all the sorts of music I like and people our age grew up with.
I've been so worked up about Charles getting worked up about it, that I've been feeling physically sick. I actually thought I was going to throw up after dinner, but fortunately that has passed somewhat. I don't know whether Charles is managing to sleep. He went up at 9.00 and said he was going straight to bed, but I imagine him lying there in the dark, sleeplessly worrying himself sick about it. I don't think I'll be sleeping much either, as I've promised to wake him early and nowadays when I have to wake early I have trouble sleeping anyway, apart from worrying about him.
It would be such a great thing for him to get a job and hold it down, and particularly for him to enjoy it. He hasn't worked except for me since Spring 1999, so it's a big step and a great leap forward if he succeeds.
Oh God! I'm so anxious for him and I'm praying so hard that he'll be OK and get the job if he wants it.
Oh dear! I must stop this. I've started to feel sick again and I've got a splitting headache.
Today, after seeing photos of Shirley Bassey in her posh stage frock and diamanté wellies, I searched on the Internet for snazzy wellies, just in case the weather for Holly's wedding is too awful. It's amazing how many different kinds of snazzy wellies there are. Unfortunately they're far too expensive and the tops are not big enough for my fat legs. The little half-boots don't seem to come in anywhere near as many nice styles.
Perhaps I'll find my khaki gardening clogs and embellish them myself!!
