>I booked my long weekend in Fishguard and I’ve asked for the novel writing workshop. I’ll get an invoice so I can pay the deposit, and closer to the date I have to send in a chapter and synopsis. I’m going a day earlier so I can explore the little port and I’ve booked a free pickup from the railway station, that’ll save me worrying about driving, parking, and polluting the environment, and it means if I have chance to go anywhere while I’m there I have to walk.
This week I’m supposed to be attending a conference on behalf of my boss. I’ll actually save the company something like £500 if I go instead of him, but they are making it sooooooo awkward. The conference is, like, 7 miles away from my parents, so they were going to have the cats but I was only going to claim the mileage from my normal place of work to the venue and back, naturally.
I’m not going into detail but they’re making it so difficult and making me feel so guilty – coming back on a Saturday was also a problem for them – that I may say it’s just not possible for me to attend. I see people wasting money all over the place here when we’re doing our bit to reduce costs, and I’m getting grief over this? Rubbish. I’ll see what my boss says tomorrow.
I also fail to see what business it is of anyone else what private arrangements I make regarding my cats.
This morning we awoke to our first proper frost of the winter. I even had to scrape my car. It’s bitterly cold, but the ground is firm underfoot and the sky is blue.