Thursday 8th January. Redhill, England.
Remember Jo, from Redhill? I stayed with her on the 27th December. Well, Jo has been earnestly spreading the word that I'm looking for work. She's been so successful in her efforts, that I almost have more than I can handle. Almost... but not quite! Jo's friends Jacq and Muir are renovating their home, and have some work for me as soon as next week if I can fit it in. Her friend Phyllida needs the whole interior of her house painted, and some shelves built in her bedroom. For the last couple of nights, I've been staying with Phyllida's parents, and spending my days repairing and painting their ceilings. John and Pam have been looking after me with cups of tea, and delicious home cooking, and before I forget HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN, FOR YESTERDAY!. I'm sure John wouldn't mind me telling the world that he turnd eighty-two yesterday, especially since he looks about seventy! Keep the years coming, John.
On top of all that, I've just come back from a job interview in nearby Bletchingley, and I think I'm safe to say that I got the job. The guy is renovating a huge old Victorian house, converting it into flats. He desperately wants it finished by Easter, and is happy to let me live on site. It's advantageous for both of us, since I can get more work done that way, rather than spending hours commuting every day. That will probably start in a week's time for me, since I have some jobs to finish off here. Finally, the clouds are lifting- metaphorically speaking only unfortunately, although I have seen brief patches of blue sky over the last few days- and I'm feeling more positive than ever. Work on the book has resumed with a passion, and I'm looking forward to spending a couple of months in charming Bletchingly, just working, writing and sleeping. Hopefully, the book will be done by the end of the job. Of course, I might have to take the occasional Friday night diversion into London, for the sake of my sanity.