A
man came to survey the house today. It was an oddly unsettling experience. This
is my house but whatever he finds wrong, if anything, I don’t get to know about
it.
Now
I have to wait and see if the buyers get their mortgage. No wonder people say
that moving is stressful. I’m not surprised I almost backed down. Right now it’s
fingers crossed and hope for the best. Life’s pretty much on hold until I move.
Tomorrow morning I’m going into town to see the folk at PC world and see if I
can get a new computer without being baffled by techno babble. I’ve put it off
for as long as I could, longer in fact, simply because all that messing about,
joining wires or not, and learning how to operate new systems is all too much like
a pain in the proverbial. I was much happier when I had my Amstrad PCW. Total reliability, no virus and
went on forever. Ah well, such is progress.
I
wasn’t surprised when I weighed myself this morning to discover I’d put three
pounds back on. There’s no point in sticking to my fast days up until 10 p.m. then eating anything I can lay my
hands on. That’s the problem, I get bored, I eat. It will be great when it’s
Spring and I’ve moved and I can play in my new garden…
I
did do some work today. I rewrote a story because The People’s Friend asked me
to change the beginning, then I sorted out my once a month submission for My
Weekly so that it’s out of the way. I also caught up with emails from the
Writers Bureau.
What
I didn’t get round to doing was sorting out any story starting points so that’s
been put off until Sunday. I WILL do it, soon.
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