Rangy Manatee

There is a problem today.  I am not sad today.  I have little interest in writing today.  I am feeling quite good today.  Since I last spoke to you dear computer/readers I have done only good things.  The tiresome drudge of the seven o'clock start and the walk to the quayside and the sitting in the small, poorly ventilated and unnaturally lit room is over.  I have quit my bastard job.
 
Which is lovely.  Instead, I have fallen foul to the more spontaneous, reckless and downright silly side of myself and for the third year running, I have accepted a part in a month-long Edinburgh play.  Which I will be honest, is both helping me sleep and getting me out of bed in the morning.
 
Also, I've been at Oxfam - both the clothes and the book shops.  Book shop is interesting.  Much quieter than the clothes shop, but people spend real time and real money in there.  I had various customers spending over £100 on second hand books.  And if anyone fancies a first edition of Lord of the Flies, then get your copper tin out cos they won't budge for less than £1,500.  Which frankly amazes me.
 
There's a very bizarre man with high-riding black trousers who works there.  I am quite fascinated by him.  He is a serious and nervous looking man, who speaks quickly and quietly; who will put a cup of coffee down, go do something for a moment and stride back to where he put it saying 'Did I put my-' then finding his coffee is still where he left it, says rapidly 'thank the Lord for small mercies'.  Odd.  But nice.
 
And the Cumberland is ridding me of the last of the festering BT blues.  Doing plenty of shifts for them this weekend before rehearsals start.  Joy oh joy.  If only money were not an issue or Edinburgh were free, I'd be a made man.