A bit of an up-and-down day yesterday. I was halfway through writing a tricky funeral scene for a book when I was distracted by a parakeet causing a stir over the courtyard wall. I’ve never seen one in the wild here before, but apparently, they are quite common everywhere these days. I got the scene drafted in the end and then turned my attention to some banking matter, only to find out I couldn’t access an account and had to phone the helpline to discover why. Me and phones don’t get on, and I get more stressed about having to make a call than I do about why an account should have become blocked. I’ve emailed, but if I don’t hear anything that way, I’ll have to see if my phone lets me call out of the country, because I’m not sure my contract covers that. Failing that, I’ll either try via the internet phone call method or, worst-case scenario, I’ll have to charge up the landline and plug that in after X number of years. I hate to think how many sales reps are queuing up on the other side, ready to start pitching me all sorts of rubbish as soon as the landline shows up as in use. Whatever, I’m not looking forward to trying to get that sorted out.
But I am looking forward to another day bashing out words and looking at the view, and maybe wandering up the lane so I see some outside world for a change. I’m not sure. I had one of those decent eight-hour sleeps last night, the kind that leaves you so rested, you don’t want to stop resting. However, there was none of that TV advert behaviour for me: Throwing back a perfect white sheet as you rise on a perfectly sunny day, with a smile, and a skip in your step as you welcome the best day ever, and swing about the house popping in something healthy for breakfast, packing the kids off to school, doing 101 jobs all before eight thirty when you leave the house on a cloud of happiness all because you took a laxative the night before. Oh no. More like prising your eyes open at the bathroom sink with a ‘Blurgh’, and yawning my way into a cup of tea.
On which note: Janice, I don’t know if you read this, but thank you! So kind of you. I’m surprised you had room for luggage, but I am now saved. (Tea bags.) I hope I’ll see you around to say thank you in person.
There we are. Off into another day, during which I must devise an evil plot that will take place on June 30th, 1894. Why that date? Because something special happened on that day in history, but what was it? (I’ll give you one clue. It happened in England.) And, with that, it’s back to the research.
