Short conversations and heat.
“Yeah, no. Well, yeah no, or rather yeah, no. Because at the end of the day…”
I look forward with anticipation to the denouement of my daughter’s brief but confusing exchange with me a couple of days ago. Who knows, it might even be something interesting.
Yesterday it was 33 centigrade (96f), which in technical terms is bloody hot. I know that will make some of you experienced desert dwellers snigger with disdain, but for me it was unbearable. Stuck, nay stranded in the middle of a polo field while my boss and his friends galloped their ponies from one end to the other waving about giant mallets wasn’t exactly my idea of fun, especially as there wasn’t a tree for miles under which to shelter. I lost two kilos during the day which just as quickly returned after drinking four pints of juice and then staggering round like the Michelin man for the rest of the night.
I believe it might be time to do what I promised myself I would for this entire year off writing. Since I haven’t sold a single copy for over a month I think I’ll let my fingers do the walking.
So, less of this:
And more of this