Ho-hum. Not too much to say right now, but trust me, I’ll have a damn good try. The dog wasn’t too well again today, but it doesn’t appear to be anything real bad (relatively speaking; and yep, I know, this blog has become Animal Hospital lately).
Paul Gravett was in town last Thursday, so we met up for a coffee and a look around Birmingham. Me, socialising. But not very much. 🙂
In recent weeks, I’ve discovered finally for sure, speaking of friends, that two people I used to think were friends really aren’t. I already knew it deep down, but sometimes you withhold judgement until something concrete happens. In one case, the BASTARD had been saying things about me that aren’t true. I confronted this person on the phone about it, and the best they could do was deny to me that it was a pack of lies and hurl offensive names at me.
Am I upset about this? Well, not really. I’d figured out this person (and the other one) was an asshole some time ago. However, it would be nice to be proved wrong occasionally.
Friends like Paul come to mean a lot more to me when stuff like this happens, though. Trust seems to be a rare commodity.
Any-How… no more work on my legendary novel for a while; I’ll do it when I feel it’s right. As long as I finish it before I’m 68, I’ll be happy. 😉 Nothing else to say right now! See ya.