Monday 9 August 1999
Another wonderful week at Wrox. OK, just a slight hint of sarcasm. It's really not that bad. I don't know what I'm making such a fuss over. My weekend was totally slobby and I really didn't do anything constructive at all, apart from reading a quater of a book, which has to be an all time record for me. I'm reading The Beach. It's really good. It thought for once I'd read the book before the film came out! I think I might get hooked on this reading lark. It's probably really dangerous. I really didn't get into reading as a child. I mean, it took loads of persuading to get me reading Roald Dahl books from a private tutor called Mrs Capon who used to come to the house every weekend and tell me I had to read a book before the next time I saw her, and set extra essays and maths to do - I wasn't even doing the homework set by my teachers at school, and she thought I was going to do extra work? It was OK while the books were still thin and flimsey and on topics I liked, like Fantastic Mr Fox. I must have read that book like 50 times whilst on a camping holiday in France. The next time I fell into wanting to read was when I decided to do and English Language and Literature A-Level - Haven't got a clue how I got through my GCSEs without reading half the books we had to write essays on! Briget Moriarty got me reading again, the Maya Angelou book we read was fascinating and made me cry. I'm one of these people who reads a book for what it is, I don't try to see similies and metaphores as meaning something completely different. I guess I write that way too. If I wanted to say something different, I would. I guess for exams though, you have to make an effort.
I set the table for Mum's party next week, lots of pretty serviete folding and things. I didn't have to get into any of the cooking fortunately, but I got collared into typing out song lyrics for us all to sing along to. Sad news. Uncle Sunny hasn't got his passport yet, so he doesn't think they'll be able to make it to the party, which would be a great shame, I was looking forward to introducing him to Dave, so we can go and visit them and the castle with all the modern art in it soon. Mum's also planned another party for our new neighbours - looking forward to seeing what they look like - they keep on parking on the side of the road, so I can't see the on-coming cars, and they have ickle kids, but I wont hold that against them.
See, I have quiet weekends when I don't see Dave, but I kept looking at his photo and going Ahhhhh every now and then in between reading my book.
Monday has brought a host of problems, like an Author who isn't going to have his first 3 chapters done until the end of the week, whereas he was scheduled to have them in for today. Ah well, better go sort it out.
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