New

It's a new year and it's my intention to turn over a new leaf. Needs must, as my mother says. Needs must indeed. Except it's not the devil driving, it's penury. Tomorrow I return temporarily to the ranks of the salaried. I will be listing toys on an internet auction site based in an old mushroom farm in Bilting. It doesn't pay much but it's small, friendly and will keep a pack of wolves from the door for a while until the cartloads of money start rolling in from my literary endeavours and I can afford an over-and-under Purdey to shoot the buggers with. I also need to save a few quid because I'm off to here for a few days at the end of month with this one. Lovely old habits die hard, especially if you don't let them. At the very least it will make me wonder why on earth I used to push my old die-cast models off the kitchen table and not keep them in their boxes in the loft. Actually, I can answer that. Because those things taught me how not to get bored. One had to think to play and there's precious little of that involved in a shoot 'em up.

It's been a while since I worked in anything approaching an office. Well, I did work for the Rural Payments Agency in Crewe for a few months but one doesn't like to admit it. It could be mildly amusing but nothing like this. Wish me luck.