I should have done it years ago, but better late than never. I’ve finally started the process of getting my English university degree registered in Spain. Actually progress to date consists of going to the government offices this morning and asking what I have to do. So far it’s not as bad as I feared. If my subject (mechanical engineering) is on the list of EU professions covered by the…
First it was a tum lurgy, and then I worked three days up the mountain instead of the usual two, and then it was a cough and sore throat. One way and another, I’ve hardly done any writing and the house is grubby. And now I’ve got a friend staying, so I’m far too busy having fun to do any housework.
Well, I’ve guided two tours at the Roque, started the paperwork to re-register my son at the same school (yes, I’m still his mother, yes, I’ve still got the same ID number), picked up a small travel writing job (yay!), repotted a bunch of plants, submitted three stories, handed in my tax return and written several thousand words of fiction. Phew!
I have a head cold, and so does my son. ‘Snot much fun. On the other hand, I’ve been a good girl and sent off five submissions in one day. They’re all flash fiction, so they won’t make me rich, but at least I’ve done something about my writing career.
I’ve felt lethargic for a couple of days now. It’s a real effort to even do five minutes yoga in the mornings (instead of the usual 10 minutes). I don’t want to clean the house (no surprise there) or write (unusual) or anything much. I can’t even be bothered to blog any more.
We went off into Aldeburgh with my brother and family yesterday. Gorgeous fish and chips on the sea front, and a nice stroll down to the statue and back. Then home for afternoon tea, with a mean lemon drizzle cake.