Ah, here’s something I still can’t really say on 20six

Today, my esteemed colleague is doing something that means so much to me I can barely believe it’s happening. I don’t think he’s got any idea how gobsmacked I am. More than the ring, more than the sex*, more than late night conversations about dogs and children and houses, more than all of that – he is applying for a job that he hates (and that totally sucks) because if he once he gets it that’ll be two of us in permanent work and good to go with the rest of our lives.

Admittedly he did point out that he’d never taken (or indeed, found) a job he really enjoyed, so it’s not any different from usual, but I am over the goddam moon about it. It’s not a difficult job (well, mentally it’s not) so it’s the ideal base for doing other fun stuff. Like getting on with his writing, for instance.

A column in The Guardian?

Give him 5 or 6 years.

I can see it.

 

* actually now I come to think of it, not that much more than the sex.