Backache. Occupational hazard for writers, except this time it wasn’t going away when the round of intense editing and computer hunching was over. Old age? Yes – but also time to do what I’ve been promising myself for a very long time – spend some serious money to get my workstation properly assessed.
I had a visit for an assessment, a report with recommendations, ordered the kit and talked to my computer guru – thank you Simon – about the technical bits and bobs and had an expedition to Ikea for a stand to put the laptop on, which of course involved meatballs,. but did not result in the extension of the houseplant population. I’m already severely outnumbered in that regard – the dominant species in the house is fern – or maybe orchid. Or size and age wise it’s aspidistra – because they are the biggest and older than I am.
The specially constructed chair arrived and was assembled and now I have to get used to sitting up properly to type, not slumping over the laptop. I’ve not yet had the nerve/time to sort out the new mouse, which looks fearsomely complicated, but we will get there.
So – I thought I would treat you to some pix of the new set up. I intend to remodel the whole room and move the desk away from the window, but that is future plan. As the wall outside has to be demolished and rebuilt – to great expense, it is going to take more time and saving, but in the meantime, I have my new chair. Now you can envisage where the books are being produced.
