Cereal Box Boy

Still watching the rain roll down the window as we enter June. I had to time my trip to the supermarket carefully so I didn't get soaked, but instead I got too hot carrying everything back. I realized last week that the bulkiest thing I get in the shop each week is my jumbo box of Fruit & Fiber. Most weeks I can't fit it in my bags so I end up clutching it through the park. I really hope I don't get a reputation as the cereal box boy.

I did a couple of other life admin but today, including putting in for the couple days work I did yesterday. As I sat dreaming about what my newfound riches could get me, a letter from HMRC came through the door. Inside was a massive tax rebate! I flipped over the Chance card of life, and it smiled at me. Thought Monday would be gloomy, but things are on the mend.

Book Club... Today?

Our plan was to hit the road back to Bristol pretty early after breakfast, but a overly long lie in altered our plans. It was just nice not to have a little cat attacking my feet for once so I slept without fear. We got back in good time ultimately AND I got to do some prep for my impromptu online book club meeting tonight... Which turned out to be in two weeks time. I'm just a man out of time these days. 

House Cooling

The cat attacked my feet at the exact moment in my dream that an unspeakable horror was chasing my through a ever-shifting corridor. Needless to say I was jolted awake with a newfound fear of God. Otherwise it was a calm morning. Porridge boiled on the stove and Don't Tell the Bride re-ran on the telly. 

Rebecca hit the streets in search of some final Birthday gift bits for her friend we were due to visit this evening for a 'house cooling' party (they're moving out). Rebecca and I split the drive up to London and caught the trains the rest of the way. All I know is that four hours somehow passed and all we were doing was chatting, now I'm on a night bus en route to bed. Today was our dutiful day, tomorrow we'll veg out on the couch. 

Rivals Episode 6

 Did part two of van driving, going back and forth to a handful of bases and dropping kit off. I bumped into even more familiar faces today, we've all been scattered across the four winds since Rivals but people still remember their work besties.

Speaking of Rivals, my old colleague invited Rebecca and me over to watch the mid-series finale episode tonight. Ever since reading the script for this particular episode I've been ravinous to see it put to screen. Today finally came and we all laughed, cheered and gasped at all the big moments. I had a silent smile the whole way through though as one thought kept turning over in my mind: 'They bloody did it.' 

Almost No Van

Had the morning to myself to do my usual spate of pottering and trying to do some writing. Come midday I was off to work! First point of call was going to pick up a van the Production team hired for me. I cruised up to the hire place, sunglasses on ready to take on the world and make some dollar. Then they declined our reservation as it needed a payment off a 'credit' card, not a debit. So I broke the bad news to the team and we were sent off to another hire house, where we faced the same trouble. This repeated a few more time as the daylight was burning, all the while we had no van to do the kit ferrying we were brought onto do. Nearly three hours into the day we scrambled and got a van for me to drive, then we were off to the races. Got to see a bunch of old faces along the way, and I'll get to do it all again tomorrow. 

Van Man? Sign Me Up

Got a stroke of luck today when an old colleague offered me a few days work for tomorrow and Friday. It will just be driving a van but I will be doing it for a Bristol shooting crew which means I'll keep my hand in. I mostly stayed indoors otherwise, marvelling at how quickly the weather flopped from rain to shine. All the while sharpening various writing projects, as one does when sat at the writing desk.

Commiserating Pint

Tomorrow was a new day. I made some bigger steps forward and made sure I abided one of the golden rules: Be Kind to Yourself. I gave myself some time for work and some time for games, not giving too much of a damn about the silent judgement I impart upon myself. 

I also had something to look forward to in the form of a pub trip with some old colleagues. A couple peeled away closer to the time but that left a distilled group of us that had a good laugh at the pub and commiserating where appropriate.