Time and tide wait for no man

and they have definitely not waited for me. I have been getting ready to write something for the last half year and more! Honestly though, if I were unemployed before - I am superemployed now. Less of the agency stuff, a whole lot more of minding my own business:
www.languagewarehouse.co.uk
It's a fun way of earning a living, and it's something I am used to (as opposed to working for an employer). Sure, the hours are long, and there is no one to tell you what to do next, and sometimes you have to forgo a weekend off or a good night's sleep, but hey, on the upside I can then sleep during the day if I feel like it!
I like it how this blog is not visited or commented, actually even though I'm out there in the internet wilderness, my level of privacy here is probably as good as if I were keeping my notes in a diary locked in a secret drawer or something. If I am wrong, and you are actually reading this drivel, pray let me know :-)
Who knows, it might motivate me to actually start writing something remotely interesting once in a while...

En Passant

...still working...
(Actually, dear Diary, I have no time for you at all. Work, work, work is all I do. Am I complaining? Not in the least).
There's bound to be a bank holiday or something sometime in the future...

Nobody ever reads this stuff.

At least that's what I'm hoping. Anyway, a month has gone by, I've been rather ill most of the time, but work is slowly picking up again. I've been taken on by two rather serious-looking international translation agencies...quite an honour, really. Funny how living in the UK has imperceptibly made me change over to British spelling, by the way ;-)
Of course I'm not American, but I'd studied (General) American pronunciation and spelled accordingly. Spelt? There you have me. I know both versions are acceptable, but which is the British one? My dilemma for the day, it seems.
I actually earned some money recently. I mean it! I went clothes shopping, I did! Can't remember when that last happened... Never mind, I bought myself a spring coat and hey presto - it snowed today and is supposed to snow again tomorrow. That's life for you. Never a dull moment.
On a related note, I also bought a gorgeous kitsch blue-bubbly-transparent toilet seat because the old one went on strike. You should see my loo now. It's the apple of my eye. (A bit of an overstatement if there ever was one, but what the heck).
Also, I'm not sick any more. I don't cough, sneeze, or blow my nose every other minute. I don't wake up at night with a tickly cough that refuses to go away. Now that's a major victory.
And I'm off to work tomorrow - again. Things are definitely looking up.

Knock on wood.

Hard Times

Well, well, well. Seems I'm back. Still no work on the horizon (I've been virtually unemployed for two months now), which means no impulse shopping whatsoever. I can just about handle paying the bills and buying food.
Feeling rather dispirited at the moment, I must say.

I am not

a terribly dilligent blogger. That one statement stands like a rock amongst all the uncertainties of the modern world. I can never find interesting stuff to write about because I usually talk everything out of my system beforehand. On the other hand, I find the layout and the colour scheme of this blog rather neat, having after all chosen it myself, so I might as well continue posting inanities just for the hell of it. I also enjoy the sensation of typing - I touch-type and I think I am rather good at it, too.

That's all for now, I'll come back when I really have something to say -


- hopefully.

it seemed such a good idea when

I started, and it probably is one still - I might as well write in English if I live and work in London. Somehow, though, I just don't feel motivated or whatever, especially that winter has set in with 80% humidity and minus two degrees centigrade, which makes for a most uncomfortable combination, all the more so when I'm wearing my 'winter' boots - what passes for 'winter footwear' in the UK anyway. I feel wet and frozen at the same time, most of the time. Miserable.
I mean my feet turn into little frozen lumps, literally. I seem to have ice-cold rocks and pebbles under my skin instead of the regular stuff that's supposed to be there.
Apart from that, dear Diary, I've also recently moved house and up one step of the social ladder. From dreary, ratty, cockroachy houseshare in a rather run-down terraced-house street to a studio flat in a nice, semi-detached house. Wow. You need to live in London on minimum wage for a year or two to really appreciate such a huge change of fortune.
So things are going pretty well, I guess, apart from the cold and wet, and apart from the fact that I never have enough work and my invoices almost never get paid on time. But I'm counting on the new year to turn things around for me. It's new, it's got a lot more energy than I do - let it do some work.
See you then!

When everything smells of rain,

and especially your coat, and your hat, and the train you're on - it's not good. It's clammy and cold, there's water in your bag, and your shoes are beginning to leak (you only bought them a week or so ago!).
Buses are late, of course; your mobile rings with news when you're unable to take any notes -