It’s one of those days today when I think it isn’t the day it is or I think it’s the day it’s not. Today is Saturday, right? Feels like it should be, maybe because we were in Yialos yesterday, and that’s usually a Friday job. We had business to attend to and nearly completed all of it. The only thing I couldn’t do was send someone some money. I tried, but when I entered their Iban number into my online banking, the system came up with a different name for the recipient, and I didn’t think that was right. So, I have to look into that over the next few days. Over the weekend? Almost, because today is Friday. I know that because I can see the Blue Star coming in to drop off and pick up foot and moped passengers only (because of the road, see yesterday), and I know H is on the boat with the first of his packing that’s going to his new digs in Rhodes.
Which reminds me, I shan’t be around for the first part of next week. I’m going over with H on Monday to take the rest of the possessions and settle in, and I’ll be staying the night. I’ve an appointment on Tuesday, so I will get the afternoon boat back. I may be back here on Wednesday, it depends on my mood. At the moment, my mood is this:
The MS is with the proofreader, the design is with the cover designer, and all I need now is a map of a certain part of London from 1890, and I can set about the illustration. So, my job today is to find a map I can legally use as an illustration, but to which I can add the churches named in a certain nursery rhyme. Then, and only then, can I start thinking that tomorrow is Saturday and a day off… Today is Friday, right?
