This morning is one of those crisp and bright ones. Winter came yesterday and it is currently 44 deg f outside. I see the bakehouse invoice have plopped on the mat so they must have thought it better to post them than wake us up. So the invoices herald the arrival of some compeetoes.
Yesterday I had one cheque for three books and payment by BACS for two others. Not much to crow about but more that I thought I would get.
I am supposed to be doing the holiday washing yet again for the third time this year. However a motorbike decided to run over my foot so it is hobble, hobble, rest. The motor bike incident was in Nagombo, Sri Lanka on our first day there. It was this Sunday 28th September in the evening and it is still sore today 3rd October. Good job it was at the end of the holiday. Anyway, I digress from wherever it was I was at.
This morning I squatted down to catch five spiders and toppled backwards so why did I deserve that. After all I could just have throttled them. They are currently throttling each other in a pot prior to their transit over the fence.
Well, enough of that. They are not related to Sydney who is probably sitting in the nettles wondering why he bothered to emigrate to England from France. Just think, he could be dangling from a beach umbrella on the Rivierra and generally making webs and long waves. Oh, I just had a look at Tremane again and decided that it needs a revamp before it can go onto the story of Percy and their trip to the Dentist. I am not feeling inspired at present although the holiday was meant to do that.
All I can say is that the book has be distributed to places all over the world now. There is one in Australia, three in America, two in Sri Lanka and one shortly to be in Rhyad. Well who can say where it will be next. My dear marketing manager says it will go to Italy and Ireland so I need to sort out an E account or some such thing because of the Euro. We need to sit and chat about it but this weekend he who is up to his eyes in someone else's domestic affairs and I/me is/am going to Liverpool for a charity event and birthday party. That is going to be fun hobble hop skip jump. There are a lot of stairs involved in this including the railway stations, all three of them and the house itself.
Ah well, it is for a good cause so what can we do. I suppose I should do the invoices and finish my breakfast but not necessarily in that order. The washing can wait and I hope the spiders don't mind another hour of each others company. That is my good deed for the day and after all that I need to fold the jackets neatly and post them to all those naked books currently standing spineless in places all over the country from Wrexham to Oxford, from Liverpool to London and Leeds to Norwich. It keeps me out of mischief and off the vino tinto which I cannot open or it will oxidise over the week-end and that would be a waste. I think that is about enough of this garble so it is hop to the toaster and skip to - but you do not need to know that.
