I love how freelance jobs are like them “bloody buses” – they never happen, and when they do, they all happen at once. (Bloody buses is from Wendy Cope’s amazing wonderful poem, found here). I currently have three jobs, two are due this coming Friday, one is due… tomorrow. And I only just got the call for it tonight. Typical.
Thankfully, I went home for dinner and had some good old home food… Soup is good for the soul. Cannot repeat that enough. Yay.