Oh, the weather outside is frightful ...
I'm not sure what's worse, the weather or my singing. It has rained so much in the last two hours that the field opposite my house that I walked the wolf on at lunctime is now flooded. As is my bed from the noises coming from upstairs, I knew I shouldn't have let him outside during a downpour!
On the house front, well, I've been a slack tart. The garden is half cleared, now halted due to bad weather but previously halted due to drowsiness caused by anti-histamines and sheer laziness in the face of such wonderful heat and sunshine. The kitchen has bare plastered walls, a chimney that still needs opening and a) I don't own a sledge-hammer, b) I don't think I could lift a sledge-hammer and c) even if I could lift one I'm not sure I've got the strength/weight to make a real difference, a pile of floor tiles ready to be laid and a tub of paint ready to be used ... hhhmmm, I might go with the painting actually, that'll be fun.
On the writing side, things have been more interesting of late than the last ten years. I've had a stream of ideas, I'm outlining three projects before deciding which one to embark on, I'm back in love with Gerard Butler (I know that's got nothing to do with writing but I thought I'd mention it) and I'm more upbeat and optimistic than someone currently unemployed and running up their overdraft has any right to be.
On the downside, the wolf's just gone back outside and come back in wet and manky and with wet and manky presents. Damn him.
WOLF ATE: Snails. Not snails snails, snails. Garden snails. And he's not eating them, he's just bringing them into the house!
WEATHER: Biblical
CURRENT OBSESSION: Nim's Island
CURRENT MOOD: Optimistic
On the house front, well, I've been a slack tart. The garden is half cleared, now halted due to bad weather but previously halted due to drowsiness caused by anti-histamines and sheer laziness in the face of such wonderful heat and sunshine. The kitchen has bare plastered walls, a chimney that still needs opening and a) I don't own a sledge-hammer, b) I don't think I could lift a sledge-hammer and c) even if I could lift one I'm not sure I've got the strength/weight to make a real difference, a pile of floor tiles ready to be laid and a tub of paint ready to be used ... hhhmmm, I might go with the painting actually, that'll be fun.
On the writing side, things have been more interesting of late than the last ten years. I've had a stream of ideas, I'm outlining three projects before deciding which one to embark on, I'm back in love with Gerard Butler (I know that's got nothing to do with writing but I thought I'd mention it) and I'm more upbeat and optimistic than someone currently unemployed and running up their overdraft has any right to be.
On the downside, the wolf's just gone back outside and come back in wet and manky and with wet and manky presents. Damn him.
WOLF ATE: Snails. Not snails snails, snails. Garden snails. And he's not eating them, he's just bringing them into the house!
WEATHER: Biblical
CURRENT OBSESSION: Nim's Island
CURRENT MOOD: Optimistic