Freelance vibes: spending 15 minutes wrestling with the world’s heaviest portable dance floor

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Freelance vibes: spending 15 minutes wrestling with the world’s heaviest portable dance floor
Sometimes you season food for taste. Sometimes you put cinnamon on your roast potatoes because you need some mental clarity.
Let me just check my blind spot…
…Yep, I’m now blind
H: Book, you’ve met someone in the city, haven’t you?
Me, barely tuned into the conversation: Hmmmm? Oh yeah, my fiancée lives in the city
My flatmate: *absolutely losing it in the background*
Book died as they lived: baffled, and glaring at someone
Love going to a goddess for energy and her also getting tired 4 hours in
Get yourself a friend with land. And when the world gets too much, sleep in a field for a couple of nights.
Sometimes I get a call for a self-tape 5 hours before it’s due. At the time, I was grumpy at the amount of work and the lack of notice and the plans I would have to cancel to get it all done.
But now, sat on the couch curled up under a blanket editing away, I’ve been hit by a new wave of gratitude that I get to spend my evenings doing this because I truly, truly love my job.
Mum: Oooh wait, I need my potato!
Fuse our faces together!!!… in a fun, cutesy way…
Mum: All you have to do is throw a few arms at her and she panics
Me: Well yeah, I’d freak out if people start lobbing arms at me too
Me: Yeah, my dad went to a bridle shop
P: Oh, did he need a new wedding dress?
'We have once again, returned to Jesus'
(It’s a museum, in Italy. There’s a lot of Jesus)
P: You came up in conversation
Me: Horrifying, terrifying, why
‘I know it’s raining but I’d like to get dressed without the rest of the group watching so could you please step outside for a minute?’ and other joys of van living
“I don’t know why my brain is on shuffle with words”
Dad: I have actually been in your place
Me: Yeah, wearing these clothes