One thing that will be a definite in the new humble abode: Broadband. I spend half my life waiting for pages to load in (ebay is torturous).
The job is a poster for the musical Return to the Forbidden Planet. Rough sketches below... which one will they go for?
Get up at 7.45 a.m just as Rabbi Lionel Blue is about to issue forth his 'Thought For the Day' (a spot that always makes me switch off the radio and therefore have to get up, despite working until 2 a.m the previous night). Shower, then tea with optional breakfast. Having a cup of tea means you don't have to start work just yet. Play 'You Are My Sunshine' on the banjo. Twice. Ponder bookshelf in search of inspiration to kick off work. After twenty minutes of Rider Haggard's 'Diary of an African Journey' having no effect in firing up the creative juices for today's job (drawings for a training course on the Freedom of Information Act), realise the horrible truth and sit down at the drawing desk, pencil hovering above paper. Think about making another cup of tea... resist, and start drawing.
Half way into listening to 'Woman's Hour' and thinking how the cartoon man you've just drawn holding up a a sign saying 'Qualified Exemptions' looks a lot like that Robert Robinson off 'Call My Bluff', answer the first phone call of the day. Is it the offer of a fantastic design job? No, it's Ellie asking for the telephone number of a surveyor. This precipitates three more calls - one to our Estate Agent, then back to Ellie, and then, while I'm on the phone, Allspeed to arrange my M.O.T for next Monday. Cup of tea. Back to the drawing table. Just about to go online to get reference for a hard hat, when the doorbell goes. Let in the gas man to read the meter. Discussion with gas man, on his way out, about buying postcards off eBay (as he's noticed my small collection in the hallway of early 1900s East Grinstead cards). Try and remember what I was about to do. Think about making a cup of tea. Get onto internet to find reference picture of a hard hat. While on, get email and quickly check Tintinologist and PJ's comic's forum. Resist answering emails, download suitable hard hat picture, get offline, make tea, draw hard hat.
Answer phone. A computer is asking me if I want the opportunity to win a holiday to Florida. Back to drawing table. Door bell goes. Tell double-glazing salesman that we're moving house soon and yes, thanks, the new house already has double-glazing, and in fact so has the house I am now in. Back to drawing table. Chainsaw starts up outside and continues for most of the rest of the day.
Have usual 3 p.m lunch while listening to people's mortgage problems on the radio and decide to look up, in my little Anglo-Afghan War library, what was going on 125 years ago on this day in Afghanistan. British were moving into Sherpur. Half hour lunch turns into hour lunch - just one more chapter. Tea. Drawing table. Phone. 'I'll Fly Away' on the banjo. Drawing table. Chainsaw. Banana. Work will have to go on into evening. Again.
The day started with me getting my tax bill. This was very nicely countered by the next piece of post - The Girly Comic issue 4. Every strip was a good read, but the prize goes to Mitzi's rat tale, which was just terrific. The two jobs I got out the way were the almost final stages of two theatre poster designs and logos - one for Jack the Ripper and one for Godspell. That means I can have a relaxing Sunday... finally.