When I drove to Portsmouth and back today it was like I was in a dream state. Maybe I didn’t drive to Portsmouth at all and while I slept somebody brought a cable, drove me home, and left the thing at the top of my stairs. But that couldn’t explain this picture:
That’s my arm. That’s the cable. That’s a sunset beach, very possibly at Hayling Island near Portsmouth. So perhaps it wasn’t a dream. It’s very hard to tell.
Last night I definitely lay prone awhile. My eyes were closed sometimes. There’s something called sleep though and that definitely didn’t happen. After sleeping a whole day last week it seems now it was time to wake a whole night. When I finally gave up trying, I ordered a sausage roll and a coffee from Gails and attempted to grease and sugar myself into waking. I drove to Camden and saw another birthday friend. Then the road to Portsmouth opened up before me like a dream. At the end of it I got a cable from Richard.
Richard had a hip operation otherwise it would be him going off to Croatia. He’s walking with a crutch and he isn’t allowed to drive until it’s settled. Fun for me! The opportunity to say yes to something as is my endless habit. I’m gonna get paid for this job, I think, but it wasn’t my first question and I’ve told them I’ll take whatever they think is fair. It’s a life-job and it fills a gap perfectly.
What’s the gig?
Well, I’m not sure if I’ll be put to work once I’m out there but there’s likely things to do once I am. It’s mostly to do with the binfire set by Cameron. Brexit. Some equipment is held up in customs. The crucial thing can be flown over by hand so I’m taking it. It’s just an innocuous piece of kit but it’s the bottom of a house of cards. Posting it is too unreliable now we are the idiot-fortress. So I get to see a bit of the Dalmatian Coast that I haven’t seen yet, drop something off and then *plug in* as is my habit. It’s a beautiful part of the world.
Right now though I have to sleep. I don’t know if I’m flying tomorrow or when so I’ll have to be up in time to make sure it isn’t early. This is all delightfully last minute, 100% to my taste, and promising another adventure.
AlBarclay 