Wednesday February 27, 2008
Busy already today, informing the rejected agents of their lack of success. I also made contact with Sally our solicitor to check she’s still there and still happy to take our business. Yes on both counts.
I’d already, by nine a.m., cleaned the cat litter box, given Dolly her breakfast and her run in the garden, showered and scrubbed and presented myself for inspection.
“Will I do?” I asked.
“No. Go find a different t-shirt. That one’s got some historic stain on it that hasn’t quite come out in the wash.”
“Oh. Alright,” I said, meekly. I can do a good meek if the cause warrants the effort.
And so there we go for the morning. Business all done. Chores all done. Nothing to do now but wait for the agent to come and do photographs and such at two o’clock this afternoon. I shall pop out shortly to fetch provisions for the day but other than that I need do nothing more than avoid making a mess.
Yesterday, in Starbucks in Taunton:
Me: “This espresso is disappointing.”
Graham: “I think so, too.”
Me: “Your espresso is better.”
Graham: “Thanks. I think”
Actually, the whole Taunton venture was a disappointment. I was tired and a little jaded and I’d have far rather been home, tucked up for my afternoon nap. Or walking the cliffs on Cardigan Bay. Or beach-combing at Aberporth. As Graham said yesterday: “I seem to be all Somerseted out.”