… that I didn’t go outside today. Cold, grey and miserable – but that’s enough about me, let’s talk about the weather.

In fact it wasn’t that grey at all. Although we had been promised some snow during the day, it didn’t arrive and there were quite a few patches of blue sky here and there throughout the day. But not enough to tempt me out of doors.

I stayed put, did some of my animation course and then watched the football all afternoon, bored to tears because the matches were atrocious. Whenever Liverpool play Manure, I’m in a dreadful dilemma in that I don’t know which club to hate. I wish that it was possible for both teams to lose the match.

As for Arsenal against the Clayheads, watching the Clayheads try to kick the opposition off the park might be amusing to some, it totally broke up the match as the foreigners in the Arsenal side didn’t know how to respond to Sparky’s organised thuggery. Not that this form of football is unknown in the Potteries. The Clayheads have had a reputation for this for years, harking back to the days of Eric Skeels and Bill Asprey. It was once suggested that whenever a match was level after 90 minutes, the teams should play on until someone scored, but those players who had received yellow cards should be removed from the field for the extra period. Someone else then pointed out that in the case of a match between the Clayheads and Uruguay, there would be no-one left on the pitch to contest the extra time.

As a matter of fact, that was not all that I did. After breakfast (which was rather late today), Liz produced some envelopes and I sat down to sort through this immense pile of paperwork that has been accumulating around here. I have prescriptions, invoices, receipts, correspondence, medical reports, all kinds of things, and it’s in such a mess. So I spent quite a while sorting it all out, photocopying what needed to be done and then completing a couple of forms that I had to send off to my insurance company.

Just as I was finishing, Liz suggested stopping for lunch. “Blimey! That’s early” I thought to myself. But a quick look at the clock showed that in fact it was already 12:45. Time certainly flies quickly when you are busy, that’s for sure.

And so last night, I was back working on my 3D program yet again (as if I don’t already do enough of this in my waking hours without it invading my night-time ones too) looking for some poses for my K4 character. I’d seen some on the internet and I’d actually bought them – paid good money for them too, all of $2:22 in fact but when I downloaded them and tried them out, I was pretty much disappointed with them and I thought that that’s some of my good money wasted then, isn’t it?
From there, I moved back into an office where I was working and I had a whole pile of papers arriving on my desk saying how bankruptcy proceedings were about to be started against someone who owed about £25,000. In the course of this enquiry it turned out that the cause of his bankruptcy was that he was owed £27,000 by another person, and this could explain and account for everything. I had to get on the trail of all of this and collect the one money owed in order to pay off the other. So I set off in the van (not sure now if it was Caliburn) and lived in there for a few days while I was on the trail of this money and ended up in this town where the relevant County Court was – it might have been somewhere in West Yorkshire from what I remember. I needed to go to the County Court and so I asked for directions. But following the directions, I ended up in the car park of a big expensive hotel somewhere at the end of a cul de sac. There was a small, midget-type guy at the hotel and he told me where I had gone wrong, pointing across the car park to a hedge, the other side of which was the rear of the County Court. I’d turned somehow into the hotel car park instead of carrying straight on. It was too late now to go to the Court and too dark to do anything else so I reckoned that I would book a room in the hotel. It would have cost me £53:00 for the basic price but I received a good discount, costing me £48:00 including breakfast and two free showers. First thing that I did as soon as I arrived was to go off and have one of those. Once I’d organised that, I went off to make enquiries about this money and whoever I was talking to put me in touch with three people who had to take me to another part of the hotel. We went through an enormous labyrinth of corridors and doors in this luxury hotel, and up some stairs and along a passage that crossed over a road that ran through the middle of the hotel and back down the steps at the other end. Here, we picked up a girl who joined us, and it turned out that although she wasn’t the person who was owed this money, she knew everything about it and had had some very intimate dealings with it. We needed to sort out all of her finances in order to set ourselves off on the road to dealing with the finances of the other person. I spent some time with her dealing with all of this and we had to go to the cash desk of the hotel to withdraw some money. She had some on her but it was all in different bits and pieces. She paid off a few bills and other things that she had to pay, reorganised her finances and instead of having all of these bits and pieces, she ended up with £25,000 in notes of a large denomination, and two pence. She was quite dismayed about this because she needed some money to spend but she had only just enough money to equate to this bill that this guy owed – not forgetting the 2p that was left over. After all, she had to live and had to eat too and there was all this kind of quandary going on in her head about how she was going to solve this issue.

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