Some Sundays the front door doesn't even get unlocked, although that wasn't the case today, as yet another friend of my husband's visits and congratulates me on my tolerance at allowing one petrol tank and one oil tank to sit on the kitchen worktop "keeping warm" - unnecessary really, they've only been there for a fortnight ...
And writing has been all I've done in the way of 'travelling' (although I did see the perigee (? can't remember the word) moon on the way back from the Chinese Take-away last night) but at least 'Bridie 5' has gone well this week - 9800 words added - and my 'Crime Scene' tale has another four episodes - now about 4000 words. Absolutely zilch in the way of poetry though, sadly - aros was so good for that daily small kickstart to the brain.
I have begun trying to design a cover for Bridie 5 too - and need to think of a title ...
You get motor parts do you? I get computer gubbins. At least they're not greasy!
ReplyDeleteChinese take away is a sort of travelling.
Ugh, motor parts, poor thing.
ReplyDeleteThank you ladies - I have to admit his littering the place up with his hobby does allow me to do likewise, so the upstairs landing is frequently occupied by a print-laden trestle table.
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