Bits and pieces
Really scraping the bottom of the barreli today with a couple more shots of the weather (again) taken from the roof (again) because the only place I saw other than the study and sitting room was the inside of the supermarket. I don’t like taking photos in there, I’d feel like an environmental health officer or something. Interesting, though, how the harbour was lighter than over Pedi, and yet the pics were taken at the same time, give or take three seconds. I was soon downstairs inside again, not that it’s particularly cold, but I only had my slippers on.
Sorry that I’m not able to offer much else at the moment. My days are filled with typing as usual, and I am working on a book which has ‘bitten.’ Sometimes I plough through 30,000 words and find the story stops working, and thus, so do I. This one, however, has caught me and I am enjoying it. I had to break off yesterday because godson number one was decorating Neil’s room beside mine and the doors and windows were open. I retreated to the sitting room for warmth and all afternoon felt like I was skiving off. Not so today, Tuesday. I’ve got my work up to date, been shopping, done my chores and the blog for tomorrow (this) and now I can settle down to an afternoon at the typewriter thing and continue to tell myself a story, which is basilar what I do with draft one of anything.
