A quiet Friday. Beer with Kearn and later Cat. Sightings of many of the regular Nags posse.
Bed sheets changed. Floor hoovered.
Bed sheets changed. Floor hoovered. Magazines tidied. Dinner cooking. Shortly to take a quick shower. Then BEEEEER! Yay!
I love Friday.
Be warned. A grey rainy
Be warned. A grey rainy Friday afternoon combined with a large lunch may make you sleepy. If I survive awake until 5.15, it’ll be a minor miracle.
Well, I’ve been and looked
Well, I’ve been and looked at the office. It’s kind of ok. But not great. It’s newly converted (in fact, the conversion is still in progress), but the lack of a decent view from the windows and the hidden extras in the rental costs make it less than 100% attractive.
So the idea of having an office at the nursery is rearing its head again. I find it thoroughly disheartening – one of my minor aims has been to escape this place and have a new start in new surroundings, completely separate. I’ve been here for 15 years now, and whilst it has lots of good points, I’m just a little fed up with the place.
The trouble is, if I have an office here, it would save my fledgling business a goodly sum of money, as I’d be able to use the space rent-free, and would only have to pay the cost of materials for refurbishing the office.
Gah. I dunno.
For your viewing pleasure –
For your viewing pleasure – a gallery of old grayblog header graphics.
Well, I can’t finish fiddling
Well, I can’t finish fiddling the figures on my financial forecast tonight, because I need a few facts that I have yet to find out. So I think I might take a night off and head to the bar.
I took a little detour on my way home and had a look around the outside of the building where the office is that I’m going to look at tomorrow. It isn’t going to win awards for offering a fabulous view – behind are industrial units, and in front is a car park with the new MacDonalds and cinema beyond. At the end of the building, two large chiller units are stood, each with a diesel engine driving the compressor that keeps it cool. So an office at that end of the building is a definite no-no as the droning hum could drive me mad. On the plus side, there is parking right in front, it is only a short walk from the city centre (five minutes at most) and a peek through the windows suggests that the offices are pretty well appointed, perhaps even recently refurbished. Not sure about the baguette vending machine though.
Busy busy busy over here.
Busy busy busy over here. Again.
However, those waiting for news on The Project will be interested to know that I can now reveal it’s name, as the domain name has been registered and I have today received the Limited Company certificate.
Yep – I have the certificate. It exists! The Project is now an entity, no longer just a concept! Woo! Yay!
So, from now on, when I talk about PFE, you’ll know what I mean. And, tomorrow morning, I’m going to go and look at a very promising-sounding office. Things are good.
I’m intrigued. What are people’s
I’m intrigued. What are people’s thoughts on me, exactly?
Anyway, must confess that I’ve never heard of Hope of the States, and certainly have never seen them play in the city or elsewhere. Of course, only a band from Chichester would be sufficiently pretentious to include a violinist. Top marks.
Perhaps resident muso Don Eduardo could enlighten us in the comments, and use it as another opportunity to plug his own upcoming gig in The Fountain this Saturday. Either way, I shall endeavour to use my extensive Cicestrian networks to find out more.
Happiness is finding that a
Happiness is finding that a mistake in your financial forecasts means that your Project is actually much more viable than you previously thought. Currently celebrating with a large vodka and cranberry (and treble-checking my calculations, of course). May draft in the sister-not-in-law to look over my figures this weekend (she being of the accounting persuasion).
UPDATE: hmm. It’s a good job I’m treble checking these figures. Still, nice drink.
It almost brings a tear
It almost brings a tear to the eye – Pioneer 10 sends her final signal.