I have to hand in another specimen next week, just to make sure that my kidney infection has cleared up. I am feeling a lot better I’m glad to say. If you have ever had this kind of illness you’ll know how it feels. Not something that you would wish on anyone, I sure.
I managed to get more done on my story, Bublos. It is coming along, though I have got a bit to go before I can start the hard part. Rewriting and editing are always the hardest time when writing a story. It is then that you see things that you didn’t notice first time round. Even though you think you got it just about spot on, there is so much that you find that needs a little more work. Some of it is just the expected typos yet that is never all that you find. Anyway I don’t have to think about that just now.
I had an interview at the Jobcentre this week, the thirteen week one. It went well, usually though you find that the figure behind the desk looking at you as if you’re so sort of scrounger. It never seems to matter how many jobs you have applied for or that they can see on their computer that you have been work not that long ago. This time though the woman doing the interview was very friendly. Maybe it is because they know themselves that there hasn’t been a lot to go for recently. It is rather depressing when week after week you find nothing new to send a CV to. Yet you can’t just give up; can you, so you keep trying. After all living on the social isn’t going to get your family the things you want for them and when you have kids they seem to think that you have a limitless amount of cash. If only.