No. of calls from agent: 0
No. of words: 30,056
Writing is still horrible.
Spent the morning looking at the Guardian jobs pages. Though am virtually unemployable, due to the double-whammy of age and no degree, applied for one: writing for magazines, could be anything from interiors, to health, to kids' stuff. Updated my writing CV, a hotch-potch history if ever there was one.
Drove daughter to her friend's house, quizzing her on her encyclopaedic knowledge of Tracey Beaker in case I get job interview. Really, it would have to be something mad like that. I don't think I can do sensible.
Returned to see
Relieved to hear friend's voice wanting the name of a hairdresser. Can't bear to hear from agent now, it's too miserable.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.