Once again...
Jul. 25th, 2003 12:02 amBlue-arsed flies come to me for strategy tips.
Once again, I am whizzing by, this time on my way to Brussels (choir trip) and Domecy-sur-le-Vault (a week's relaxation in the gracious environs of a seventeenth-century château now renovated and rented out as a gîte rural - next week, as it happens, by my parents and some of their friends;
niallm and I are piggybacking).
Meanwhile, I've been utterly flat out at work, trying to get as many balls into other people's courts during my week away as I possibly could, and, well, I have three major jobs half-done and waiting for me when I get back, but that's not so bad.
And I've been corresponding in Italian with the editor of that anthology I wrote about a while ago - apparently it's actually genuine (as opposed to a figment of the Italian Cultural Attaché's imagination), and quite glitzy. I'm to be flown to Parma in September for the launch, which will take place during a weekend literary festival.
Much packing must take place before I sleep. (And when I say "packing", I'm including a certain amount of ironing, washing, printing, finding and phone charging in that.) I'll be back on 2 August ... but given how things have been recently, I won't go promising immediate updates or anything so rash.
Googlism is fun (link courtesy of
natural20). For "Radegund", it comes up with:
radegund is best known as the majestic and long
radegund is a village too small to have its own post office
radegund is no shadowy figure more legendary than historical
radegund is now dedicated to a crusade of confusing the shit out of bunter and ordering bitter
radegund is a particularly interesting case for c
radegund is one of the saints who took the place of the goddess as
Tantalising!
Good night.
Once again, I am whizzing by, this time on my way to Brussels (choir trip) and Domecy-sur-le-Vault (a week's relaxation in the gracious environs of a seventeenth-century château now renovated and rented out as a gîte rural - next week, as it happens, by my parents and some of their friends;
Meanwhile, I've been utterly flat out at work, trying to get as many balls into other people's courts during my week away as I possibly could, and, well, I have three major jobs half-done and waiting for me when I get back, but that's not so bad.
And I've been corresponding in Italian with the editor of that anthology I wrote about a while ago - apparently it's actually genuine (as opposed to a figment of the Italian Cultural Attaché's imagination), and quite glitzy. I'm to be flown to Parma in September for the launch, which will take place during a weekend literary festival.
Much packing must take place before I sleep. (And when I say "packing", I'm including a certain amount of ironing, washing, printing, finding and phone charging in that.) I'll be back on 2 August ... but given how things have been recently, I won't go promising immediate updates or anything so rash.
Googlism is fun (link courtesy of
radegund is best known as the majestic and long
radegund is a village too small to have its own post office
radegund is no shadowy figure more legendary than historical
radegund is now dedicated to a crusade of confusing the shit out of bunter and ordering bitter
radegund is a particularly interesting case for c
radegund is one of the saints who took the place of the goddess as
Tantalising!
Good night.