Wednesday, 16 April 2014

THIS MORNING - NOT A CLASSICAL AWAKENING

Hi, sorry, I know ... ages.  Been writing and editing.  Got "Two All- All for One" back from a second proofreader/editor, all good, except I need to sort type-os and all the bad punctuation the first one missed :) Will get it done over the next few days and then I'll do a Two All free promo.  Short ghost story "Medium Rare" nearly done and the sequel to Two All is having to take a back seat while I let ideas for it peculate.  Also, ironing, cooking, dishes, being the Post Mistress of Doom (everything sounds more interesting with "of doom" after it), the hens, the stupid garden growing stupid weeds already, being vaguely sociable to the few humans I like, having to sleep and........ oh, that reminds me...........

This morning I woke up at around 5:30. Imagine the strains of Peer Gynt's "Morning".  Now - stop imagining them (or even listening to the link) because that does not sound anything like what woke me up at 5:30.  What woke me up at 5:30 was our cat (Jack Kirby) walking around outside meowing her head off in an incredibly strident manner to get someone to let her in.  Now, that wasn't ever going to happen.  Long ago we decided, give in once and that will be a habit formed, she'll soon learn to use one of the expensive cat houses I bought for her and Sydney.  Well, so far she hasn't and she's coming up for five or six.

Anyway, she eventually gave up and I was just drifting off again, when......EEKEEEKEKEEEKEEKE!!!  That is the sound of my youngest son twiddling with the dial of the shower.  He thinks if he twiddles it back and forward really fast it will heat up quicker.  It won't.  But he's a teenager now, and clearly knows best.  Well, my brain was just beginning to allow the "eeking" sound to be assimilated into parts of my dreams (don't ask) when all the fiddling caused an airlock in the pipes - HONNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! OH YOU HAVE SO GOT TO BE..............

I gave in to the inevitable and got up when he started trying to twiddle quietly............ffs.

PS: This is Jack Kirby and yes, she's female, unlike her late namesake - she's not as good with a pencil either.


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