Day 321: Szhuh Szhuh Szhuh

Good puppies

I saw a puppy leaping. A little dalmation. It was a cute wee thing. Very cute. It did a proper little wibble of excitement. I think there was a pigeon involved. If I hadn't been on my bike, I'd have eaten it up. 

Why wait, that’s what I say? I’m on the train back up to Brighton. I’ve just been to see a room there. It’s so interesting. I did feel really comfortable in the area (I was early, so I walked around a bit). I liked the house. I’m outrageously grateful to lovely Sam, who I met on the KJ course, who put me in touch with the woman whose house it is. Lovely as she was, I don’t think I shall take it – I think I need somewhere I can be genuinely independent and I don’t think this is it. BUT – how cool to go and see it. Yes, it’s costly, doing that. I won’t do it every night. Good to have sought, though. Good to have tried.

Not this street

I need to get my references sorted for tomorrow. I need to get all sorts of things sorted. I’m getting there. I’ve finally done some work on my website. We did some playing today, which was nice. Finn-face was there most of the time, which was nice too. Always fun having a baby around, especially such an engaging creature as Mr Finnegan Grundel. We pretty much got a session

No reason

Mr Poole was a pleasure too. I found him outside The National, I did. I can’t quite remember what we agreed. Oh yes – to meet again and write. We bickered somewhat. Not bickered – fought. But in a good way, and mostly because I’m quite opinionated (quite!). I am a strong advocate of a good fight from time to time. They’re well fun, they are, especially they’re good-natured underneath. I don’t really mean a fight, I mean a good, meaty argument. Fights are fun too, but you need padding.

I’ve gone on. I’ll stop. Thanks.