As I sit and type to you, dear readers, the sky is battleship grey, the rain is teeming down and the wind is gusting mightily. Just another English summer, then! I was chatting with one of my neighbours the other day, and he postulated a theory that we only have an allocation of two good days a month. He could have a point there – roll on June! At the very least, I’ll have a few days in the south of France to look forward to, and here’s hoping I don’t bring the weather with me.
Unless it’s sunny, of course!
Anyway, on with the tale. Since I wrote to you last, I got the bike back on the road! Much bleeding of brakes and swearing at tools was involved, but I got there in the end, and thoroughly burned the road up in the name of testing my repair work. Oh yes, it’s good to be back on the road. Fiona doesn’t understand, as she observes me donning my copious protective layers, but I’ll convert her…
So last weekend I had a visit from my li’l sis Jhone, who I’d talked into coming over to see the healer dude who worked his magic on me in March. And she saw him and had some more of the same, and he pronounced her on the road to recovery. Here’s hoping she has the same great results I’ve had – he advised some revision of diet, but she’s a committed carnivore so that might be easier said than done. In any case, I’m delighted to help, and only too happy to spread the word – if anyone out there has a friend or relative who’s suffering from MS or ME or pretty much anything and would like to talk to Andrew (for that is his name), give me a shout and I’ll pass on his details. He’s a cool guy, and it’s a painless process – it can’t hurt, basically!
There have been mumblings about a musical project, with my old chum and erstwhile band-mate Dew, but you’ll have to wait for further info on that. It’s still in the organisational stages – which means it’s been talked about over the fifth glass of wine and then been tucked under the sofa for review at a later date. DISorganisational, more like – but anyway. It would be very good fun, and would see the return of Al the bassman – which would be most enjoyable indeed.
Best get a move on, though, because at some point in the next 12 months I’ll be moving to France, all going well. It’s shaping up to be an easier decision all the time, and I think that it might open a few interesting doors in my life. It’s begun already, frankly, with a move to Dartford to share with Fiona prior to the final move to France. She said she wants to see if she can live with me here, before trying it in France – fair enough, I suppose. So it’s a sad farewell to my very lovely bachelor pad in Beckenham in a couple of months’ time, and on to the next phase. But I’m not sad, because there’s a very fine chateau somewhere in the south of France with my name on it!
Work is trundling along quite merrily; in fact, it should be ramping up over the coming months with some interesting clients clambering aboard. International interest is trickling in, and soon our virtual customer service agents could well be ubiquitous – a non-surly shop assistant to sell you something? No problem! I’m still waiting for the company to get its big break in the Australian market, at which point I’ll be upping sticks and setting up our Oz office. Somewhere around Bondi would be reasonable, I think…
OK – speaking of work, I really should do some. I’ll take my leave of you, but not before I shout out a huge birthday greet to Julien (Thursday) and Matt (Saturday) – I dunno, my life is filled with Geminis! Scary people…
Have fun!