I seem to be doing things of little real consequence but that are adding up to a greater whole. You can probably chalk a lot of this down to the novelty of a new environment plus the acclimatisation to being a self employed sacker for nearly two months, but those little things, they do so please me.
Got up today at a civilized 10am. Popped down to the bakery (I live 30 seconds from a real bakery! It’s next to the real butchers! (no greengrocer though…)) and bought a loaf of fresh bread. Did some work for a bit with plenty of tea before popping out on the bike to buy a fan (the downside to living in the attic – it gets a bit warm…). Some more work and then a 90 minute distraction in the form of the final episode of Lost via the lovely BitTorrent protocol, which was triffic. Yeah, no conclusive ending but at least two, count ‘em, major cliffhangers – one was expected, the other was not – and a shedload of minor ones, as expected. Can’t wait for the rest of the UK to develop their own love-hate relationship with this program.
That over I had a quite long phone call with Her Majesties Revenue and Customs to register myself as self employed which was all very painless. In fact it was kinda fun. The guy at the end of the phone was really keen and helpful and made sure I understood everything. He’s even signed me up for a free training course. In my limited experience the Tax Office folks have always been helpful but there’s something about being a business that gets them all excited, like you’re doing something important for the good of the national economy. Which is kinda amusing as I’m doing this so I don’t have to get a proper job. At least I think that’s why I’m doing it. I guess I haven’t fully acclimatised after all.
Then dinner during which Jez phoned to request help with a sofabed they’d just had delivered which needed to be lugged to the attic. Since I was also due to pop to the pub in Moseley with Matt and Marv it seemed sensible to combine the two. So a 20 minute bike ride later I was hufting up the stairs of chez Higgins before strolling over to the Bull’s Head for the fortnightly Bohemian Jukebox event – basically an singer-songwriter open mike night only it’s curated by Ben Calvert. Quality is variable and sometimes quite high indeed but it’s a nice and informal way to check out local music such as Waldo Jeffers who were fun even if they did sound like The Smiths. Good Bongo action too.
And then, after being called “Keith” by Marv’s friend Natasha (at least I think that was her name), a nice ride home in the dark to be greeted by the final episode of Alias which was also triffic in its battier than batshit way. This now leaves me with Doctor Who as my only TV-related fix, which is no bad thing. My inner geek could do with some down time.
And so to bed. If all my days can be the lovely I’ll be a happy man.
Glad I could help :)