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I know, I know…

I am sorry. There, I said it. I’m sorry I don’t have time to make copious posts here like I used to. Obviously, when I worked at a computer nearly all day it was easier to open a tab and pour forth. Now I am making models for a living I don’t have nearly as much computer time as I used to.

There’s also an awful lot I could be writing about. The political scene, the NHS, the world’s inexorable spin into death and destruction… There’s too much to be annoyed about, too much to offer my opinion about, and what good would it do anyway? Just another scream into the void.

It’s easy to be negative, and I try not to be as often as I can. Sometimes, though, looking around at the state of the world, one can’t help but wonder how we have let things get quite so bad.

I have had an idea for a couple of ranty historical posts about the recent rebirth of the Flying Scotsman, and celebrating an 80th anniversary of the Spitfire’s first flight but ignoring the Hurricane’s 80th last year. I may still work something up, but I’m only typing now because today is a fallow day for domestic and medical stuff to be done. Normally I’d be ankle-deep in metal filings by now!

So, I apologise for being quiet. I’ll try to make amends soon. Possibly.

Here we go again

The start of another week, and yet I have no real desire to do anything about the pile of crap on my desk.

Yesterday, Best Beloved and I had a day with interesting people, talking about modelling skills and sharing ideas. We had to go to London, but that’s another story.

I was demonstrating painting models with brushes, and I think I may have imbibed a little too much of the white spirit fumes. I now have a sore throat, which is threatening to turn into yet another bloody cold. This is making me cross, as I’ve just begun to recover from the last one, which knocked me sideways for a week or more.

To cap it all, a client hasn’t replied to an email of a week ago, so I’m actually in no mood to finish their job. That’s the wrong attitude, but that’s the way I feel about it. I never really wanted to get back into this design malarkey again, but when needs must, and bank accounts need funds. I just need to clear this job and then reconsider my future path.

I’m also narked that I’ve not heard from some people I sent a prospectus out to back in January. Being a lazy tyke at heart, I’ve not bothered to chase them up, being busy with other stuff, but now I think I need to chase them up again.

What does one have to do to break out of life and get somewhere new? This is really beginning to piss me off. I want to be able to do something I really love doing, get paid for it, and enjoy life. Currently, that’s not happening on so many levels, and I’m stuck for a way forward.