Current work: revisions and accounts
Listening to: Def Leppard (am enjoying Sparkle Lounge)
Reading: (see yesterday, sigh)
Dog is not happy that the kids have gone back to school. Currently, we have no carpets upstairs, and he keeps running upstairs to see if they’re in their rooms. Patter, patter, patter – thud, as he lands on a bed. Then it’s another thud as he jumps off their beds, disgruntled. (That, or he’s pogoing...) And as for going on his bed in the kitchen when I’m doing the school run – ha. He rushes past and sits by the front door, all hopeful. By next week, with any luck, he’ll be used to the routine again; in the meantime, he’s driving me slightly bananas and I’ve asked DH to put the stair gate back on.
Plan for today – see accountant, then struggle on with revisions.
Sigh. I hate revisions. (I know it makes the book better. I know that I'm not perfect. I still hate revisions.)
I do however have an outlet for the frustration, in the form of the chords for ‘When Love and Hate Collide’ - which just so happens to be in my vocal range. (Not the studio version, which is a stretch and I have to do the chorus an octave lower – nah, I’m singing as per the excellent acoustic version here at YouTube. And if you need totty inspiration, Joe happens to look particularly gorgeous in the video.)
Am also feeling distinctly middle-aged today, after realising that most of the men in my personal totty gallery are the wrong side of 40. (Antonio Banderas, David Duchovny, Charlie Sheen, Rufus Sewell. And that's not even starting on my musical heroes - Robert Plant, David Coverdale, Joe Elliott, David Gilmour - all of whom have voices that just MELT me.) Had to cheer myself up with a CD binge. (Not confessing to how many. All I will say is that four of them weren't actually for me. Oh, dear.)