Tuesday morning, it’s dull and a cold grey light is filtering through the blinds and dusting the back of the settee, I’ve never been a big fan of Tuesday mornings.
I made the journey a few days ago in typical biblical weather conditions to deliver a couple of the latest offerings to the ‘Chapel’
Now all I can do is sit here waiting.. approvals.. decisions.. acceptance or denial & rejection.
This has to be the worst part, the waiting, it puts a film of indecision and doubt over current work.. uncertainty in everything..
The letterbox has just clapped, nothing of interest though, not that I expected any news, not on a Tuesday, who ever receives any news on Tuesday?
Can you feel the still?