There’s never enough hours in the day for writing. Ever. Doesn’t matter if I wrote for 23-and-a-half hours a day and survived on 30 minutes a day sleep (wait, how is that different to having a three year old?), there would never be enough hours in the day for writing.
Problem is, I’m this whirl of inspiration who can’t get it down on paper fast enough.
Ha, ha, ha…
Things, as always, are busy around here at Manse Allan. I’ve been swept up in appointments and childcare and dog walking, and things crop up that make life difficult. Like my lovely little Bissel vacuum cleaner that I’ve had for 2 years decided to break down. A broom is not a good look on me, let me tell you, especially in this warm weather with a hairy dog shedding all over the place.
I decided to give the Gtech Air Ram a try. It has suitable enough bells and whistles to draw me in, mostly the fact it’s not a manual broom.
I’m also still working on my autumn blanket — I should post some photos at some point — and I started cross stitching this cute folksy fox a few nights ago that’s almost finished — should post a photo of that, too.
Also, it’s a three day weekend, thanks to Monday being a Bank Holiday. I’ve got lots planned and lots to do, and probably won’t squeeze any writing in until Tuesday.
Yes, I’m a slob. Nope, I don’t care…