There hasn't been much work around for this freelance copywriter recently, and while I have been writing fiction, and trying to find new clients and generally keeping busy, I haven't actually been busy. There are many many good things about the freelance life, but one of the bad things is that you don't get that Friday feeling. A pint outside the pub on a Friday evening doesn't have the same blissful tang of freedom about it when you can do it whenever you want...
But yesterday, I had a properly busy day. I had a job of work to do which was challenging technically and then the client decided to be challenging too so I was under some actual stress. Then there were various administrative tasks which had to be taken care of, in the midst of which the man came to take the poor old Mercedes away. Herself had a meeting over lunch so I ate my sandwich in the basement and was back at my desk 15 minutes later. Broke the back of the job of work, then set off for Sarf London to collect the new car. Herself was a jangling ball of nerves and worry all the way home which didn't make for the most peaceful journey, but the Audi is a dream - thanks for asking.
Sent off the job of work to the challenging clients, and went for a two mile run with my brother. No, not that one, the other one. I know! That was fun but I know now that I can't leave it a week between runs. Home, shower, make the dinner, relax.
Phew! Great day. Loved it. Busy - that's what we like.
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