ON THE MOVE, SLOWLY
So many boxxxxxesssss, so much moving to doooooooo…..
The painter starts tomorrow. The tiling guy and the wood floor guy come in next week. We make the final move next Friday. It’s all so close.
A SMALL MOMENT OF WRITING AMONGST THE INSANITY
Managed 600 words on an almost forgotten project entitled A Good Year for The Roses tonight, a gentle little horror-ish story that’s sat, partly completed, in my In Progress folder for rather a while. Not a big achievement, 600 words, but it was nice to clear the pipes after having been so hectic with moving stuff, renovation stuff, kids, and day job for the last few weeks.
Little self-satisfied sigh.
Song of the moment: Wings of a Dove Madness