Current work: Little Book of Norfolk (aka comfort writing)
Listening to: Bach
Reading: The Shocking Lord Standon, Louise Allen (great characterisation – lovely to get the heroines from her last two in there, too – and Gareth is a gorgeous hero. Had me laughing out loud for the right reasons – great fun)
I think you can replace the word ‘noise’ with another word, aka my summer holiday song. Sigh.
Meeting with the insurance company wasn’t good. Holes drilled in my floor, admonishment about the dehumidifier (er – I’m no expert on damp management, so I left it where the previous expert put it), and the new regime means we have to keep all the doors closed except the one between the kitchen and the downstairs hall, and the one leading to the downstairs loo. Noise, noise and more noise. Thinking, with industrial fans on the go, is… a little tricky.
Honeymoon period at school is now officially over. Not blogging about it, but I do hope I don’t have to go in again tomorrow. I have two mantras this week: ‘Patience, Grasshopper’ and ‘Be Nice’ (more is achieved by charm and calmness than by ranting and shouting). Having said that, I’m not going to stand by and watch my child close to tears for something that is NOT his fault. (There is SO much ignorance about ADHD. It is NOT an excuse. It’s something you need to know about so you can work round it.)
Guitar yesterday – went well, and am doing some tricky Dowland.
Son’s homework last night was all on family history, so he wanted to know all about the research I’ve been doing. Sat down with him and talked him through it; showed him the census returns (he was fascinated), printed off a pic of his great-great-great-grandfather, and I think he enjoyed doing that particular bit of homework.
Plan for today: well, I’ve squeezed in a teensy bit of work. Need to fill the car and run errands for Dad before I take him out (might need to remind him that I don’t run on time nowadays). And I might squeeze some more work in afterwards. Am messing about with the closest deadline – today I’m finding nonfic more soothing than fiction. And I’m learning a lot about flora, fauna and… what’s bird life? Avi-something-or-other? Feathers, anyway. (Grey cells are sluggish, this morning.)
My talk at Borders on 29 October (right near Hallowe’en, so you can guess which book it’s about) is on the Norwich store’s event page here. (It’s in date order, so I’m right at the end.)