Sick to death of Bath. Maybe it’s cos I’m away every other weekend, but ‘m just tired of . I love it here when it’s sunny, and I can lie outside in a deckchair, and read, and booze, and have pub lunches and have an occaisional kickabout. But when it’s grim, I’m nailed to my flat and TV/PC screen, which is horrible. I’m going to book a holiday for the end of september, come back from that, and see if life feels any better. If not, I’ll actually apply for one of those great jobs I see elsewhere – and if anyone sees anything, do forward it to me, eh?


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

About GriddleOctopus

There are few harder things in life than introducing yourself, especially in print where mellifluous nuance can turn to indulgent wankery. So. I am definitely a 'writer'. You could also call me an 'artist'. I could probably put the words 'designer' and 'consultant' here too, but they feel crass.