July 29, 2009

• Still here...

  Pack Holiday was one exhausting blast, and I feel as though I could sleep for a week now.  I did end up emailing work at 7.30 on Monday morning to inform them that I should have taken the day off, and that I would be in late - I needed an extra hour asleep in order to be able to work out how to get the shower to function!  Bless the Brownies, they tried their best, they had me panicking about swine flu (false alarm, thank heavens), they climbed, they ran, they picked blackberries and they had an awful lot of fun.

  Returning from Pack Holiday, I found myself with a deadline of Friday for The Book (draft six).  I was counting on one more draft, but it seems that it might be two, depending on what the publishers actually think, as opposed to my wonderful editor.  Apparently it has been known for them to demand whole sections be rewritten.  I might scream at that point if it happens.  I do hope not.  Anyhow, with the sterling support of my Welshman, who cooked enough chilli last night that all I needed to do was reheat it tonight, I have sorted it out, as well as produced a first draft of the introduction and the afterword.  All is thus well with the world, and I can go camping at the weekend with him and with impunity. 

  Well, it would be with impunity but, it seems, no sooner am I over the last chest infection, but I have a sore throat again.  I shall be gargling with TCP tonight, which will make me terribly attractive.  As it stands, I need to organise myself for the camping trip (i.e. pack underwear, locate my waterproof trousers, and, possibly, put the dry laundry away), make sure that I actually take all the stuff I need with me tomorrow, as I have a wedding to attend at 3pm in Ealing, and relocate my sitting room table again.

  I have also just ordered a new showerhead from Argos.

  xxx

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