|Image: Mopsy 7 ½ Weeks Old|
I really need to do something to cheer this blog up so I’ll begin with a short review of my recent trip away to Fuengirola in Spain. I went away with the determination to refresh myself and let my hair down and for the most part I achieved it.
I drank with my friends, partook in furious laughter and comical sessions of camp gaiety, and enjoyed a couple of lazy afternoons under a low 80 degree sun. It was a great few days away with The Diners, as we now call ourselves. I also came home with a new name—apparently I look like Christopher Biggins, and boy did I play it up in the pub when that joke went around. Great fun!
I got home early on Tuesday evening and was pretty tired, grabbed a small bite to eat and hit the sack early. Work was very busy last week and I began to feel quite run down by the weekend. I had really been looking forward to a weekend doing nothing, and so on Friday I had a DVD night with Laura and we ordered pizzas for dinner.
Later that evening, though, I went out to feed by bunnies and was gutted to find Mopsy, the tanned one, lying dead in her hutch, her sister nosing about her wondering why she was just lying there. I removed her body and looked her over—nothing, no marks to say they’d had a fight, no sign of illness or disease. Then I realised this had been the first year I hadn’t brought the rabbits inside the few nights all the fireworks were getting set off around the neighbourhood. The only thing I can positively attribute her death to without any proof, is a heart attack brought on by fireworks.
I have to admit I’m pretty gutted. She was only 3 and a half and should have lived at least another 3 years. Saturday was pretty mournful as a result and I spent most of my time with Laura. Yesterday I spent another day with Laura, this time we went up into town and went for coffee, hot chocolate and pastries. We also went out to the big pet shop at Corstorphine and stocked up on food for the remaining bunny, Pippin, and bought her some new toys. She seems more than aware that the hutch is a large and lonely place now, and she seems to have lost some of her spirit. Hopefully she’ll forget.
I’ve done a lot of reading over the past couple of weeks—a lot of reading—I’ve not been in the frame of mood to write at all other than the odd journal entry. Reading has traditionally been an entertaining thing for me, something I liked to do for enjoyment and relaxation. Over the past few weeks, though, I’ve found something else in books—solace, retreatment, and more than a little self-examination.
My email is working again although I am still missing emails from last week. It shouldn’t be too much longer as the company copies millions of accounts from one server to another. I can understand now that takes time but I wish they’d more their arses.
* Complete writing Baccara Burning
* Re-submit any rejected/recalled short stories
* Enter/sub more fiction/poetry competitions/deadlines
* Write at least one poem per week
* Stay on top of RR submissions
* Prepare RR issue 9 for December 2009
* Start preparing RR issue 10 for March 2010
* Get a few more gigs to review for NotW
* Launch SDR website
* Work with new client for driving instructor site
* Keep up all websites updated and relevant
Marketing and Promotion
* Publish November newsletter
* Bring Podcast idea to life
Reading & Learning
* The Kenneth William Diaries by Russell Davies
* The Butt by Will Self
* Re-launch diet