Discombobulated

I have been cast even further adrift in the time space continuum. I am no longer entirely certain of the day of the week or what my name is.

In the space of 48 hours, I have flown over a large chunk of the planet, filed two stories, lodged eight hours at the copywriting gig and landed a new contract, as the current one ends soon. I have also set up two interviews - one for this weekend and another for next Thursday.

I am now ready to eat my own head.

In the meantime, here is last week's Travel Talk. I promise I will stop publishing these soon, but this writerly chap was so pleasant to interview I feel compelled to include it.

 

The highpoint

of today was this strange golden orb in the sky. Which, miraculously, didn't bugger off after five minutes.

Naturally, it necessitated a walk in the town belt with His Highness and my lovely mate Pamela who helped me clarify my thoughts around a job opportunity (for the record, I opted to decline as I'm not ready to give up my very nice freelance/contract existence).

There was another jaunt around the waterfront, ice cream and lashings of work. Am I bitter that I was imprisoned inside whilst others froliced  in the sunshine? That would be a big, fat yes.

     (Pic credit: Google Images)