Saturday 11th August
As you read this, or possibly do not, I will be in France again – just for three days to sign for the house, hopefully. And so a new era will begin; I intend to slowly stop working, at least this hard, and spend more time here. And this last week has been a case in point. I work for a very small firm, and am in effect self-employed, although I do receive a salary. But nobody else ever looks after my clients. If I do not do my work, I have to do it. What I do not get done before I have time off I have to do when I get back, but the deadlines remain. What with the Olympic visit on Tuesday morning, and then having to fly out here on Thursday, it has been a case of trying to pour a quart into a pint pot. So, working late and bringing work home, and all of it such a rush. More and more I am determined to stop this nonsense. After all it isn’t as if I am saving lives or even improving them in any way, and I am definitely not contributing to the edification of mankind in even such a subtle way as painting a picture or even writing very much. And next week, will be just as bad, if not worse, as I will be flying out again on Wednesday. I just have to get the loaf out, learn to slice it maybe a tad thinner, and cut down on the fillings. The hardest lesson to learn in life is that you do indeed make your own sandwiches.