I shillied and shallied, shallied and shillied, over the new job and eventually didn't enter. I was shocked to receive a phone call asking where my application was, and slightly cowed to learn the deadline was being extended so I could participate.
Worrying times.
In other news I have been to the library again. This happens every now and again when I remember I used to enjoy reading in my previous lives, then I remember I will never ever have time to read another book until my retirement comes about (quite rightly) on my 71st birthday. I have already bought books for When I Stop Work, mainly chess manuals and biographies that will be hopelessly out of date when I eventually crack them open. This is frightening.
The saddest aspect, (and there was obvious and viciously strong competition for that particular title), of my trip to Download Festival was the fact I spent most of Wednesday evening and the whole of Thursday devouring a recent Le Carre by the door of my tent, oblivious to the siren call of friends old and new. "Come see the tattooed strippers!" they'd cry, and I'd wave them away as I turned page after page in search of the truth behind all the fusty lies.
The only way I get that kind of time to myself at home nowadays is if I have chronic diarrhoea...
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