Just come home from my temping day. So lovely, I have my own small office, where I answer the phone, and sort the post then fill in the attendance register; and a machine down the corridor for water, frothy coffee, soup with croutons – I tried them all of course, to be polite.
Then been over to water a garden, and greenhouse. Now catching up with the writing.
I’ve had a job getting on to my own blog lately. You know when they say, ‘are you who you say you are?’ For goodness
sake, it’s enough trouble joining agencies who want references and work references etc. It’s always tricky for me,
because for the last five years, me and Alan worked together. Then before that I worked for myself as a hypnotherapist.
Wouldn’t it be good if I could say, ‘yes, I think I’m fairly honest and trustworthy.’ Thing is, when they want the work
doing, they’re on the phone fast enough, so it’s all paperwork gone daft really.
Now, do you want to read a great story? Of course you do, I knew you’d say that… Have a look on Creative Frontiers.
From Monday through to Friday, you can read ‘The Redington Millions’ my serial story. The village of Redington
will feature in more stories throughout the year.