(Originally posted on my old blog in March 2017. The Cottage Bookshop has since tragically closed and the Red Lion is up for sale! What did I do?!?!)
8.30am - Tea, granola, enter office. Start researching/writing/editing.
10am - Tea. More research/writing/editing.
11am - Elevenses. More tea. A Brief check of emails, social media etc. Then more research/writing/editing.
12pm - Meet a writer chum for a snifter at the Red Lion in Penn Village. Enjoy a well kept pint of ale, chat about author-ish things, admire ducks in pond, fawn over a chap's vintage Bugatti.
1pm - Raid Penn Cottage Bookshop for goodies.
2pm - Take dogs for yomp o'er fields and woodlands behind the house. Enjoy sunshine and watch the chemtrails poisoning the angels (one for the conspiracy nuts there).
3pm - Tea and a return to researching/writing/editing.
4pm - Tiffin. More tea and a hot cross bun obscenely buttered. Make stock from yesterday's chicken carcase. Return to researching/writing/editing.
6.30pm - Finish for the day. Exit office.
7pm - Cook evening meal (chicken, chorizo and asparagus risotto using fresh stock) and be sociable. Tea.
Amount earned: £0.00
Quality of life improved: Immeasurably.
Happiness levels: Medium to high.
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