The second half of yesterday

[desperance]

Hee. I did go into town in the end, having parcels to post (nice people buying books, hurrah! You too can be nice - Phantoms at the Phil vol two is now available, and astonishingly cheap for a short time only: six new ghost stories, read live on two CDs and published in a beautiful hardback, for only £12, until the dealers get hold of it and the price goes up to £18! For more details, and to order, click here...). And so I did smooch around pretending to shop, and then I did go to the pub. Where I did, briefly, work: I had the Dragon proposal in my bag, to be plumped up and beautified before it goes to publishers next week. But alas, the pub has been plumped up and beautified itself, and is no longer quite so welcoming as a result; it does still retain the booths that I love, but only four of them, and otherwise it's all been opened out. Which makes it much harder to work there, if you can't get a booth. I read through twenty pages on one pint, by the end of which I hated the tableful of young men on my right and the couple in their fifties on my left, with an unbearable passion: they were in my pub, damn it, and enjoying themselves! Drinking alcohol! Loudly!

So I left them to it, and went up the hill to visit friends. And drank wine. And went home via the Asian foodstore, and bought meats - mmm, mutton! - and came home and made a chilli (with chillies that a friend had brought round a couple of days back, from a Red Mazano plant that I'd given him as a seedling four years ago, which is still thriving and fruiting strongly in his conservatory. I want a conservatory...) which was always going to take a couple of hours to cook, so I had to drink another bottle of wine in the meantime, and...

Well, like that, really. 'Nuff said.

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[martyn44.livejournal.com]

The 'For Sale' sign has gone up outside and I'm going to have to spend tomorrow titivating the conservatory (putting paint on the walls that should have been painted three years ago when the thing was built) The conservatory is about all I'll really miss from this house.