Herself had to take the car out to some godforsaken garage near Gypsy Corner this morning, so in true supportive fashion I got a lift to the top of Regent's Park. I put my little Shuffle on and proceeded to shuffle round the park - very slowly. The sky was blue, the birds were cheepin', lots of pooches were having their morning constitutional and looking very pleased with themselves and it was all rather lovely, despite the unfitness and the beetroot face and the indignity of it all.
Then I walked back trying not to think about my red face and smiling indulgently at the harried office workers as they struggled along the street with their coffees and bags and imminent meetings. Then I did some more exercises, while the dog stared at me. By the time I'd had a shower, put a wash on and spoken to my mother it was half-eleven. So I ate an apple and looked at my emails.
I tell you - it's tough. I may have no money and no immediate prospect of any money, and I will spend this afternoon bludgeoning my brains in the pursuit of fiction, but this morning was what my freelance life is all about.
Right - time for work...
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think of us silly drones at our desks too to make you feel even better! although i am impressed. if i had a mornign to do whatever i wanted - fresh air would be on the list - but running. oh no.
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