I blame Daphne!

She it was who persuaded me to cast my bread upon the waters (my story) last summer. Last week it was a pleasant surprise to receive a request for the whole script, but as the family were due and I knew I’d have to do a certain amount of editing I had a moment’s panic.  I had all 300 pages printed out but as Eric famously said:-

“All the notes are there – not necessarily in the right order.”

Someone said once that publishers didn’t like a whole script to be sent by email because it used up a computer.  However after spending the whole week–end at the computer – with breaks to rustle up scrambled eggs and smoked salmon on muffins and a full roast dinner for my long suffering family - I was relieved to learn an email would be acceptable.

Then our long awaited handyman came – with reinforcements – to fix the attic windows which recently let in copious amounts of rain and are now stripping both rooms and decorating.  I have been deputed to choose carpets and wall colours.  The plan is they will continue downwards till they reach the hall.  MTL has rather taken the wind out of my sails because for so long I have been suggesting we do a little more decorating instead of the eternal boring maintenance jobs that I’d given up.

And the third thing – it’s always three isn’t it?  The third thing was we had to arrange MTL’s – hopefully final scan – before seeing the surgeon late February to see if all is as it should be.  As there was a gap this week at the hospital we went yesterday.  I drove back in the rush hour in the dark and it was horrible.  My back and neck were hurting – from tension I suspect – and I took my hand off the wheel to ease my neck and hit the verge which frightened the bejasus out of me.

“It’s alright – just slow down a little,”  MTL’s calming words had the desired effect and we reached home safely.

I’m still experimenting with photos so either above or below will be shots of the attic in progress.  Picasa will decide.