One last night in the lovely little cottage in Brecon. Although Lou was unable to get a cancellation test this week, so we might be back here in May if she can find one to suit her needs. It’s a delight here, it really is. I’m sorely tempted. Wouldn’t it be amazing to find a little ruin and have enough money to build it into a little home, like Jamie did in France forever ago, like people could forever ago before everyone started buying places to rent.
This is a rental, obviously. The owner bought it intending to live in it, but as is so often the case the refurb was such a huge expense that she lives somewhere else and we get to stay in it until she’s made some of it back.
Today while Lou was driving I was puddling around in Bergie, taking in the delights of the Welsh hills, up and down, through the green, occasional boy racers but nobody like the angry ginger boy from yesterday. He was a study.
It’s good to be back here with Lou to decompress. The event took it out of me as it got political when we realised they wanted to pay us peanuts and mawkishly hit the negotiating table too late. They would have been happier if we had sat on peanuts. For an extra £200 each we might have fucked the relationship, but sadly that is exactly as it should be. There is a standard to be upheld. Pay peanuts, get monkeys. Hopefully we judged it right as I think it was an honest oversight in both directions…
I’ll need to find more consistent and less exhausting revenue streams if I’m gonna get the ruin in Wales. Series regular? A couple of years of constant fucking work… I’m fine to work hard, but I just can’t be in an office without starting to vibrate imperceptibly. The longer I’m there the more I vibrate. Two weeks and it starts to become noticeable to me. Three weeks and the building starts vibrating. A month and I drill a hole in the floor to the centre of the earth causing the atoms holding it together to disengage from one another and shatter off into the universe forever. The longest I’ve dared risk it so far is two and a half weeks.
But yeah, I’m starting to realise what this money lark is all about and it isn’t just expensive meals and petrol and travel and nice bathrooms, although that’s part of it…
AlBarclay 