Sarge had a Boys' Night on Friday. I may have shut myself up in the office to write, with loud country music on. I may have even forgotten to eat my cheese-centric dinner, reserved for nights Sarge isn't home. I flipped between the very sparse notepad on Sarge's Linux-run computer, last.fm, Facebook and Irene updates. … Continue reading Scenes of Minor Peril
I found a heart in the cider. Just had to share!
I had a day-job meeting up North yesterday, which meant I was up at 5.20am. I gave my PA the front door key, so the buzzer didn't blast me out of bed and make for an even ruder awakening. I got dressed in twenty minutes and left Sarge with a pillow over his face, blocking … Continue reading Zen Like Trees
As I admitted in a previous post, I fried my laptop. Again. I was all ready to cash in my coffee insurance, and was even a little proud of myself that I managed to do THE EXACT SAME THING a second time. I was racking up crazy writer points. To go with my Post-It notes … Continue reading Waiting on Hemingway
Someone got stuck in our lift yesterday. No, it wasn't me. Unlike other buildings I've lived in, the engineers came out quite quickly, and it was working again almost before I knew it was gone. People have actually asked me if I'm afraid of lifts. Well, no. If I were, I'd be screwed. Or at … Continue reading No Love in an Elevator
I like my rain like I like my snow. Drumming on the roof and trailing down the windows while I read a book and sip hot chocolate. Candles optional. Marshmallows mandatory. I can't drive in rain jackets. They flap about and slow me down and are generally useless. They get caught in my wheels and … Continue reading One Umbrella Flying in the Rain
And so, I am on my way home from work, with a blog post or two playing around in my head. I get home and I am all set to write. Actually can't wait. My PA makes me a coffee before she leaves, and the cursor is blinking expectantly on the screen, ready for my … Continue reading Grandma Lied. Coasters Are Bad.