Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
Due to pressure caused by evil usurers and tight-fisted customers (one, actually - the first in many years) I have been getting up in the dark and working twice as hard on that marble arse as I normally would, and I think this may be the beginning of a new - if temporary - regime.
This means that if all goes to plan, I am going to cut my blogging down to a bare minimum and save my energy for staying alive until Christmas, when I will probably collapse in an exhausted heap, rising only to cook dinner for six people as tradition demands.
So I am going to see if I can keep my virtual mouth shut for most of the week, but - you know me - I might start gabbling away as usual as early as tonight.
I've done my bloody back in as well, and it takes me about 10 minutes to get out of bed at the moment. This is unfortunate, as I am now working at ankle-level on Venus, and once I am down there it takes about 10 minutes of extreme pain to stand up again. Usually - and it is very rare - my back only gives out under emotional stress, so I put it down to that again.
I have picked the wrong time to begin getting old - winter!