There is nothing like sitting on a swing chair in the sun on a work day. Well, an off-work day. And the sun's actually hiding.
My latest excitement (apart from the shy sun and the swing chair) is that someone contacted me suggesting the possibility that I could be a ghost writer for their novel. Their whole story idea sounds wildly exciting. For me though, time is the issue. Stupid time. It's SO inconvenient.
On top of that, an old neighbour (from when I was THREE!!!) got in touch this morning.
What a strange old day. So strange, I ate cake. Cake and tuna. (That's why I should never be left to fend for myself at meal times. It always ends badly.)
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