A very short blog today - sorry, but I'm battling with time and really have to watch "Lark Rise to Candleford" in 10 minutes or my brain will explode.
Anyway, Lord H and I popped into church today, which was okay actually - even though the vicar's hands were so cold that we feared he might be dead. Or an alien. One of the two. Mind you, if he is either of these, it'll certainly save the church money in salaries.
For the rest of the day, I have been head-deep in finishing the read-through of The Gifting. And ye gods, but I've done it! Sound the trumpets and crack open the beer. So I've sent it off to the agent and await his wrath and gnashing of teeth with great trepidation. I've also completed the update of the synopsis and Lord H is nobly checking it. Though I fear that he is already lost by sentence two as I attempt to describe who these people actually are. Ah well, synopses aren't my strong point, you know.
In the meantime, I've phoned my mother who loves Thorn in the Flesh and Kate but is now asking: exactly how autobiographical is this, dear? And what did you get up to at Durham? And ooh, was that your old boyfriend's college room (no, mother, it's not!!)? And how lovely to put your aunt and uncle in York in. Trust the Wicked Witch of Essex to get to the heart of things, eh ... Ah well, you can't trust family, you know.
Tonight - well in 2 minutes really - I'll be ensconced in front of the TV for the duration. Might even have a cake. Bloody hell, I deserve it!
Ooh, almost forgot the haiku. Here it is:
I'm really pissed off.
Haven't written a poem
for ages: loser.
Today's nice things:
2. Finishing The Gifting
3. Mother's comments - bizarrely!