Well, things are finally looking up on the job front, which is about bloody time after all these months! One definite interview in London, one potential in the middle of England and one potential in Amsterdam. Jobs, eh? They’re like buses. You wait for ages, and then three turn up at once!
I tried the other bus trick of course, which is lighting cigarettes. That usually makes the bus turn up, but has singularly failed to work on jobs. Believe me, I’ve tried.
So assuming I get one of these jobs, or any of the others I have applied for, I’ll be already to launch properly funded mischief upon this world once more!
Perhaps over-optimistic? Sure. Do I care? Not an iota, I’m enjoying the happy mood.