To be honest with you, I have no idea what to write about today (Tuesday). I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come. I guess I should tell you about my day so far, though it’s not very exciting.
It started an hour after it was meant to as I was an hour late going to bed the night before and there’s no way I am running up a hill at 5.30 in the morning on only six hours sleep. So instead I went straight to work and got some serious typing done. Half way through the morning the non-working lock on our front gate was changed, and while that was being done the health insurance company I have applied to rang me to ask about my medical history.
Now there’s a thing. A man you’ve never met rings up and says he is from AXA and you prove to him that you are who you say you are. Did I ask him if he was who he said he was? No. And he garbled his name so quickly that it was impossible to catch. Bless him, he was clearly reading from a script and was probably not medically trained at all. Didn’t exactly install confidence in me to tell him the most intimate secrets of my medical past. Not that there are many. Still, I made him laugh a couple of times, I asked him to repeat several things as his accent was a bit strong though very vague, and I still had no idea what he was asking me if I’d had. Though I reasoned that it was probably nasty stuff and if I’d had it I would have recognised it in any accent.
That done, the rest of the day went smoothly. I’ve been doing some more family history research as I have access to some old books, online for a short while, so that’s been taking up a couple of hours in the afternoon while the new novel ‘rests’ as they say in cooking and acting circles. I’m letting the first draft calm down and letting ideas filter through for a few weeks, meantime, I’m back in 17th century Essex and tracking down my earliest known Collin ancestor, or at least trying to. So, a couple of hours a day scrolling through old books and deciphering the writing – a bit like trying to decipher mister Whagdrstyasu who phoned me about the health plan.
And that’s it really; quiet days at home, until the cat wants something then it gets noisy, working mornings, simple lunches, bit of a read, a bit of a write or research, then a read and glass on the balcony before the evening session of, well, film watching mainly. No complaints here!
