First it was a tum lurgy, and then I worked three days up the mountain instead of the usual two, and then it was a cough and sore throat. One way and another, I’ve hardly done any writing and the house is grubby. And now I’ve got a friend staying, so I’m far too busy having fun to do any housework.
Well it’s official. I’m going to hell. Why? Because I think human-made climate change is a fact. See, “The Bible says that God is in control of weather, climate, epochs and ages of man.” So obviously any talk of climate change is just “the hype and fear-mongering promoted by ‘bodies’ and ‘bureaucrats’ who simply want to steal from ordinary citizens through UN taxation in a one-world tyrannical government.” Never mind…
Well, I’ve guided two tours at the Roque, started the paperwork to re-register my son at the same school (yes, I’m still his mother, yes, I’ve still got the same ID number), picked up a small travel writing job (yay!), repotted a bunch of plants, submitted three stories, handed in my tax return and written several thousand words of fiction. Phew!
I have a head cold, and so does my son. ‘Snot much fun. On the other hand, I’ve been a good girl and sent off five submissions in one day. They’re all flash fiction, so they won’t make me rich, but at least I’ve done something about my writing career.
I’ve felt lethargic for a couple of days now. It’s a real effort to even do five minutes yoga in the mornings (instead of the usual 10 minutes). I don’t want to clean the house (no surprise there) or write (unusual) or anything much. I can’t even be bothered to blog any more.
We went off into Aldeburgh with my brother and family yesterday. Gorgeous fish and chips on the sea front, and a nice stroll down to the statue and back. Then home for afternoon tea, with a mean lemon drizzle cake.