YES AND VERY uninspired. Not that inspiration is any essential to life. It is quite possible to trudge along without it.
Having slogged away pages and pages and pages on my memoirs chapter 3 I find I shall very likely have to scrap this entire chapter and rewrite. Why? Because it is an account of my trip to Spain and Morocco and, not being strictly relevant to the theme of my book has totally overrun. Plus it's all in told in the manner of "and then, and then, and then, and then". Remember I have to get this past a sloane called Fiona at Harper-Collins/Random House/Viking-Penguin etc etc without giving her any cause to send it back for rewriting or basically giving her any cause to think anything else except "how many millions advance shall we shell out for this one?!"
I have at least found my ideal home. Having always wanted to live in a tower block. But not the "waiting for demolition" sort with cracksmokers on the stairs - imagine my delight when I discovered a place called Ontario Tower in Canary Wharf (yuppie central). Apartments are semi-integrated into a five-star hotel and you get swimming pool access (yeah!) plus a gym (no!) plus when you get bored of watching zillions of channels of telly (query: will they mind my affixing a Sky dish to the side? I'm sure not! (Not likely!) you can spend all night ordering items on room service from the hotel!! What luxury!! To price in American dollars to make it sound more expensive; a "studio apartment is just under $600,000, a one-bed about $1,000,000 and a 2-bed $1,200,000! So I take it a stuio apartment is exceedingly poky!
To put that in perspective, the house I live in is worth about $1.2 million, the price of a 2-bed apartment there.
And to put that in perspective: I do not own that house. Indeed it is leaky-roofed and crawling with bugs. But a 1-bed flat round here you'll be lucky to get for under $400,000. Even Madonna complains London is too expensive!
I currently have three gremlins sat in a row washing one another. They look so funny. I wonder sometimes whether they ever truly sleep, as most of their time in bed seems to be spent washing. I can't imagine sleeping in wood shavings, how horrible. But every bedding I put down just gets tangled round their wheel or shoved under the water bottle to leech dampness into their house... I don't know. Gremlins by name...
I don't know that I shall be able to spend too much time online next week. I have to sort myself out. More. Which means not being on a computer hours on end...
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I thought of you today, Gleds. I saw a book called How to fossilise your hamster. Not that you would want to, not until it was dead but it might come in handy. Maybe.
When they die I will get them stuffed. Or made into a paperweight or something like that.
If I can.
I wanted to get my old hammy Pandable stuffed nibbling a hazelnut when he eventually passed away aged over 3, which is really old for a hamster; but everybody thought I was joking. Also I bet it's really expensive, even for a hammy...
Depression is so depressing it arrives when you least expect it or want it and then it leaves without any apology.
I hope in time of my writing you are feeling much better, Gled. :)
That Ontario Tower looks lovely. Well that is until the Ruskies get to flinging some of those tsar bombs around. I love how the test pilots where 'hand selected'. How does that work I wonder? It probably was a choice between freezing to death in Siberia or burning to dust in the nuclear inferno. I think I'd go for the inferno. I just don't like the cold. I'm sure the pilots were thinking..."Couldn't Moscow give us one of those fancy planes with the afterburning jet engines like the Americans instead of one with props?" I know that's what I would have been thinking.
$400,000 for a single room flat? Too rich for my non-existent paycheck. I was able to get a house on a lake for a quarter of that in the States. Well the roof does leak a little, but who knew that real estate was so cheap here? Cheap and getting cheaper by the day. Sigh.
Good luck with getting sorted out next week. For myself, there is no hope. I just look at my existence as increasing the entropy of the universe a tiny little infinitesimal amount. I'm cool with that.
If I was Madonna I wouldn't complain about money.
Hi Gleds
sorry u r depressed. Is there anything you can do to cheer yourself up? I find getting out and about has helped. Can you see a friend? Your writing sounds like it is going great. Well done on that.
thinking of you
sadgirl x
Ahh the depression is because of the speed you took a few days ago. The big come down.
I can relate to those prices in London, thats why I moved away from there.
Hi Gleds, Sorry to hear your having a bout of depression keep the writing up it will help you greatly.take care hope your feeling better very quickly...sending big hugs all the way from Australia.. keep smiling,,
Hi Gleds ~~ Sorry you are feeling down and hope it has passed by now.
Your little mates need you to take care of them. Thanks for your comments - - I agree with you that 'hating' only hurts the 'hater'
Most years there are fires in the hills outside Adalaide and on the
outskirts of Melbourne. Take care of yourself Gleds and things will look better another day. Warmest regards, Merle.
Sorry to hear you are feeling down Gleds, hopefully tomorrow will be better. :)
Liz Not fossilized but preserved for posteriority forever more on this hand!
Hey no bloody picture!
Let me sort THAT one out...
Ta DAA! Picture!!
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