damp 12 August 2008
WILL THIS RAIN NEVER END???? i am trapped in the upstairs of the house most of the day, which i am slowly, but veh veh surely, turning into a wee flat. Have to, as the downstairs is like a…duh, IS…a building site. Herself is in exile above with me. i put in a cat litter for her in case the lads were making way too much noise downstairs and she was too frightened to go out to the garden to do her ‘business’. as suspected, she far prefers using it to going out in the rain. i can’t blame her, i nearly didn’t go out to get my daily sprig of McLynn mint out there it was so bad. i am VERY impressed with myself on one score, though, and that is the re-setting up of the tv. I know it drives some of you mad (well, andrew/agricola anyhow) that i love BONEKICKERS on the beeb but i had to see it tonight and also an irish programme called Failte Towers (for those who aren’t in the Repubbalic of Urland’s wet land, it’s a reality show where 12 celebs have taken over the running of a hotel and are being whittled down to a winner over a fortnight, all for charidee – it’s GREAT) The tv was lying forlorn and unplugged or connected BUT Yours Truly (a mess when it comes to technology) managed to get it all working in the front room (grandly called the study but used as a dumping ground, never more so than now what with everything in a heap) so you see, when i am desperate i get things done.
which, hopefully, is good news for the novel. i am SOOOOO close now….
actually i HAVE to finish it because, if i don’t do that soon, i will have spread so much from getting no exercise that none of my clothes will fit.
incentive, incentive, incentive – oh, and the fact that i have promised myself a lovely bottle of pink fizz when tis done…
