Month: June 2003

Bit lacking in fine works of literary genius here lately, for which I must apologise. I’m afraid that pressures on my time mean that grayblog will be Minutiae Central (what a great name for a blog!) for the time being.

I’ve just had two conversations by telephone. One was with someone to whom I am offering the opportunity to sell their goods to five thousand well-heeled Sussex folk in exchange for a very reasonable fee, in a smart marquee in a beautiful setting. To the other, I was offering the opportunity to stand outside for a weekend, giving up his free time, for which he would gain no financial reward at all. Same setting, but not in the smart marquee.
One conversation was extremely satisfactory, and left me smiling. The other was not and did not. Guesses for which was which?

Busy busy, as always.
Seamus, the nursery cat, has got it into his furry head that it is fun to chew holes in the side of cardboard boxes. Nutter.

Blogger has been down all day, bless its little digital socks, hence silence.
Meanwhile, Boob Scotch (not safe for the office).

Busy busy here, getting back into the much-neglected paperwork for PFE. Now that PFE actually has customers, those agreements and contracts that I started working on are actually required. Which means that I need to finish drawing them up. So I’m busy working away on my laptop, whilst leaving my desktop chuntering away with a big pile of mp3s in the background.

Hmmm.
Sunburnt arms. Hot shower.
Oooooo! Aaaaah! Eeee!

I might go to this next Saturday.

Hmm. Having just told someone in an email this afternoon that my life is full and I have lots of interesting friends that I spend time with, I’ve just been into the city, walked through all the pubs (well, not all of them, but the Nags, W2, Sadlers, Slug and Lettuce and the Dolphin and Anchor) and not seen anybody. Well, not exactly anybody, as I did see one or two people I know, but not anyone I could spend an evening and a couple of pints with.
Oh well, no harm done. My lunch was largely liquid, so a night off the beer will do me no harm, and will conserve the pennies.

Lunch with Sarah in the garden at the Nags, followed by a shopping trip in search of vases for the office (three purchased – splendid!) and then an extended session of sitting in Priory Park in the superb sunshine, reading and keeping an eye on the cricket.
Oops. I seem to be a bit sunburnt.

Hmm. I think that this crosses the fine line.