So far I’ve spent the day doing routine, boring things, like trawling through my stock of stories, looking for something to send My Weekly. I’m only allowed to send one a month so need to make sure I choose well. It’s gloriously sunny, so I sat outside for a while, reading the stories in That’s Life fiction feast, an Australian magazine I sometimes sell too. I’m going back outside now to finish it. There are 22 stories and I’m doing a brief analysis so that I can target them more effectively.
Saw my first peacock butterfly of the year, then saw another. Wonderful.
Lots to do. I won’t be on line much today as the electrician is due sometime to link up the shower to the main box and I don’t want to be in the middle of something when he arrives.
Just when I thought Mum was quiet, she called last night, six times. It was the same thing over and over, can she come and stay? How does she get to Leeds? I used to answer al her questions, over and over. Now I tell her that she would need to get somebody to help her. More often than not, she slams the phone down on me when I say that.
Still all quiet on the legal front.
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