I’ll get the digression out of the way first. I’m hoping to move soon, to a place that is a lot bigger than here and cheaper to rent. This one is expensive because it’s very handy for commuting to Aberdeen (I never do that) and the new place is out in the wilds (my natural home).
So, like this time last year, I might be offline for a few days in October while the broadband moves. Or maybe it’ll be fast. That depends on the broadband provider. I can Bluetooth to the phone for a few days if I have to.
I have enjoyed this place. Watching the trains go by is very relaxing and living in an old railway hotel is great, but it’s up a lot of stairs and owned by fervent antismokers and the new place has a proper fireplace so no smoke buildup can happen. I could designate the greenhouse as my smoking room. It’s attached to the back door, and might one day be added to in a circular manner…
It’s also, as I said, bigger and cheaper. Pretty random construction with a most impressive garden and the creepiest driveway you have ever seen. It’s perfect.
So, I just left one period of chaos behind only to enter another. I really shouldn’t be surprised by now, should I? All this talk of ‘Publishing? Easy, I’ll do that in a month’ was wishful thinking. I now understand why publishers never respond to anything in less than three months. It’s much more complex than I expected. Getting other people’s work ready to publish is a lot harder than just sorting my own and I have to accept I really can’t do it alone. Roobeedoo, you’re hired as an editor. We have to work out a pay system 🙂
These days, landlords are very much against smoking. It’s the money thing that pressures them into it. House insurance is cheaper if you declare the house nonsmoking. That goes for contents insurance too, so if I have the greenhouse as my smoke room and don’t smoke in the house it’ll save me money – and I still get to smoke in comfort. And no goddamn stairs.
Interestingly, the new place has a wood burning stove but insurance is okay with that. You can burn chunks of wood indoors but set fire to half a gram of leaves and you’re in big trouble. There is another fireplace in another room but it hasn’t been used for years. It’ll need a sweep. Might as well get both done, I’d be a long way from the fire station.
The new place has a flagstone floor in the older part. I’ve always wanted a flagstone floor. The stones don’t have names carved into them yet, which is a bonus. They are original, not recycled.
It was a long digression but that happens a lot here. What was the point of this post? Oh, I remember. It was to do with smoking, a recurring theme here. I’m still smoking Vikings, the Danish ones I get in Danish corner shops at half the price of the cheapest ones here. Without doors too. I also have Opal tubing baccy from my last visit so I won’t be paying for any UK ones for a while.
As a smoker, I’m feeling neglected. All the things we used to cause have moved on. We were the Grim Reapers who brought death and decay everywhere we went. Every disease, every illness was our doing. I was having fun with that. Vapers stole our thunder a little but the Righteous have moved into food now, in a big way.
I feel let down. Where is my scare the drones fun now? Do I have to eat pizza or a burger next to them? It’s hard to talk at the same time.
It’s not fair, Righteous. You build me up into some Loki-like godling and then you abandon me for a new scare, one that is even less real than the last one.
I did enjoy being Death.
But I guess my time is over.
It’s fat boy time.