Post 408: What’s the Story, Rory?
Who’s Rory anyway? I certainly don’t know. Perhaps he’s the guy who counts the words on a page.
I started the day well and this writing lark is getting better, although the pen will give out...
Post 407: The Storm has mostly blown over us…
My Darling blew the biggest storm forever over the Easter eggs for our eldest and his wife yesterday. A proper storm in an egg cup; and in front of my dear Big Sis.
Today, I’ll keep my answ...
Post 406: The Pen, the Car and the E-mail
Is it time to admit that I’m liking the pen-and-paper book expedition? It’s a pretty wild time considering the facts about my past experience — or lack of experience — in writing or r...
Post 405: “I love you no doubt”
Inside my head I’m nowhere near dead
Yes I’m okay let go out to play
Stop treating me as if I’m already a stiff
I’m really okay let’s sail to Bombay
I know I’ve been b...
Post 404: A bid, finally with one day to go.
No, I’m not bothered. It’s a whole day and 17 hours before it’s done. So what if it doesn’t sell I’m not going to cry or anything. It’s only a car.
What ever.
This mor...
