The price was paid. No early start this morning, no walking through Edinburgh gathering inspiration, no trips to the aquarium centre, and no cappuccino. In fact, there wasn’t much of anything except some groans, a gurgling stomach, and queasiness not experienced since the last time I went on the waltzers at the circus fair. Miraculously, however, there was absolutely no sign of the headache that has plagued me over the last two days, so that was a bonus.
I had to get out of bed in the end so I could collect Laura from her dancing classes, which was good as it forced me out into the fresh air. It was a nice spring day and I felt a lot better for being out in it.
I placed a few quid on the Grand National after lunch, and watched the race with keen expectation as always. I had no particular favourites, but I had drawn Vodka Bleu in the work sweep, and I put a few quid on Comply Or Die (based on conversations in Clark’s yesterday) on the nose and got odds of 9/1, as well as Slim Pickings, which I just fancied, with an each way bet at 10/1. Comply or Die won the race, and Slim Pickings came fourth so I collected on both!
And then, in between cleaning out the bunnies and doing some website work in my office, I got an email in to confirm that my short story, On A Monday Morning, will be published in the May issue of Static Movement!
Could the day get any better?
I spent some time on the job boards and got a query off for a new prospect, but most of what I did work-wise surrounded website work for two clients I have on the go at the moment. To be honest I needed a change of outlook after the last week, so it suited me to just stick on the radio and close the door with a bottle of Irn-Bru by my side.
I had a late dinner with Gail after she had done her third photo shoot of the week – this time with a bunch of kids from the street, some of whom were staying overnight with Laura. Another great reason for having my office door closed tight with me on the other side.
As I type, I’m about to go down and get myself a lovely big plate of macaroni with cheese, maybe some wine, and watch a movie – Brokeback Mountain – should be good.