Errrr. Through certain circumstances beyond my control, my assessment session at the supermarket is going to be scheduled for another week.
I came home with blisters nicely forming on little toes courtesy of my new leather shoes. Weighing down my shoulder is a bag of shopping – bananas, apples, cod liver oil, bread, eggs, a pair of black socks. I just withdrew money for the rent, and I am trying not to think too much at how much I have left in the bank. All in all, I got quite a lot done, and it was lovely to enjoy the rare warm, bright day.
But I am considerably…un-assessed.
On the bus ride home, I’d reflected on the people who encouraged me to seek funding before I turn down the Apprenticeships in Fiction scheme, which it seems is now official. Of the three options so far, it would seem the Cambridge Malaysian Education And Development Trust is a no-go. After days of trying to reach the representative, a woman finally took my call earlier this morning to apologise and tell me that the funding is only for Cambridge University students.
It would have been nice if they had mentioned that in the trust description.
Update: My dear friend Alison alerted me to another fundraising opportunity! It looks exciting and I shall give it a try.
The last option is the Krishen Jit ASTRO Fund, which aims to “encourage and support creative work in Malaysia”. I wrote them another email this morning, although I don’t really have my hopes up. All I can do is keep faith, to keep trying, to assure myself that at least I got something out of today.
Oh yes, and on the way back, I saw the Queen whizzing by in her royal limo too, distinctive white hair and all. Those of us on the bus watched as her police escort halted all traffic so that she and her motorcade could zoom past, presumably in the direction of Holyrood Palace.
It was an oddly surreal moment. This has been a surreal day.