Its a foul day and the rain continues to lash down after an equally foul night, through which I hardly slept at all thanks to a late night call from the Inland Revenue. Concerned about the amount of rainfall I take a detour into work via the big dig in Nailsea, only to find that a collapse of the walls of the digsite has buried my excavations in nearly 200 years of mud !
At the invitation of Steve Williams (President of Nailsea's historical society) I had only begun a dig in late June to explore medieval Nailsea (or "NaySay" as it was then called), and this morning all that hard work seemed to have been undone - but more of that on my main site.
Once back in Backwell, neither Mrs Huggins or Miss Grey could improve my mood, and I apparently ate three flapjacks in a row whilst listening to the cancellation messages on the answerphone. I need to find a serious cash source, especially after my expensive weekend in Bavaria. I call my agent (and search the web) for Contract french horn playing positions. Nothing ! Can you believe it ! - I stomp off outside with my tea mug for a long smoke and don't return.
About Me
- Dr Bill Nicholas
- Project Manager, Development Consultant, Historian, Psychologist, Chef, Musican, author, film producer and liar, that's right I'm a man with many talents but I'm fundamentally too lazy to pursue any of them for too long. My psychiatry practice in Backwell allows me to earn a few pennies laughing at various local people as well as keeping me with an endless supply of coffee and cake, and plenty of time with which to pursue my other interests. I'm writing several books at the momment and have an opera and at least two film scripts on the go - that's right you're probably in them already. Don't expect a cure though, your weird problems are what make you unique, they define you, embrace them....
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