G.I.P. & update on husband's output!

This post is really just because I have a new wombat icon - and I did him myself - without S2C, leaving him free to get on with his writing. I promise that I will stand over him with a big stick - the spousal unit not the wombat - and also ply him (S2C again, not the wombat!) with (a) coffee and (b) Kit-kats to (a) keep him awake, and (b) keep his blood sugar levels up.

The only none-writing thing I have forced him to do on this, his week off, is demolish a bed! Daughter-dear has had a 'captain's bed' since she was about 7, and it seemed about time that she got a more normal adult type one. Only problem was that the old one wouldn't come out of her room without being taken into about 20 pieces. It is now in the spare room, in the 20 pieces, and so all those of you who are anxiously awaiting more from him will just have to spare him for an hour on Sunday whilst we squeeze all the pieces into the boot of our car and take them to the 'Civic Amenity Site'!

Trouble is he is not getting on with Life in Shadows, but something new - why can't you guys ever finish the last one before you start the next one - just put your plot bunnies into a holding pattern!!

Weather? You call that weather?

Okay, not usual for me to post twice in an hour or so, but boy have we got a bit of weather tonight! I have just been out to collect daughter-dear from her youth club thing she does on Fridays, and it is, to use the locally accepted technical term, blowing a hooley out there! It is currently Force 9 -10, and the Met. Office reckon it should reach Force 11 (Severe Storm, just 1 below hurricane) by about 4a.m. (just over 4 hours away.)

It is not so much 'blowing over bins' type weather as 'blowing off slates' (or possibly whole roofs,) type weather - first BIG storm of the winter. No boats sailing to the UK tonight! Wouldn't want to be out there tomorrow either!

And you know what? I will lie in bed and enjoy listening to it until I fall asleep - really good storms were one of the things I missed whilst I lived in a city, the wind got so broken up that you never really heard it or felt it. One of my abiding memories as a child is sleeping in our attic bedroom (no, not really that poor - my sister and I liked the attic - big floor space and interesting ceiling slopes!), and feeling the whole house gently swaying me to sleep in really big storms!