Workshop over

Workshop over, went well, despite the low numbers. I sold 2 copies of Why Short Stories Are Rejected which was good, seeing as only four people turned up.  

My friend, Judy, who was going to come along called just before I left to say she’d had an argument with a wardrobe door and was in A and E with a hairline fracture!

After the workshop, I had a very quick look round the food fair in Millennium Square. It was heaving with people and so hot, but was still wonderful fun – lots of free samples, glorious smells and very very nice raspberry ice cream. I LOVE ice cream. To me, it says comfort and luxury and I indulge myself as often as I can.

I came home to a reply from D C C. I wrote to them asking them to reduce the bill for care home fees as, IMO, they hadn’t carried out their procedures fairly. To my delight, they agreed and sent me a bill reduced  by £8000. The only problem is I have to pay it within 14 days, so now I have to juggle funds, take money from my ISA and empty an account I’ve only just opened in order to be able to pay it in time. Saving £8000 is a big incentive so I’m sure I’ll find a way somehow or another.

Now I want to crash out and go to sleep, but I can’t. I only have until Monday to come up with an essay for the next Leeds Writers Circle competition. It doesn’t help that I’m not exactly clear what an ‘essay’ is. The last time I wrote one of those was for my degree. I wouldn’t bother entering except there are prizes for first second and third, and it costs nothing to enter. That’s the kind of competition I find very hard to resist, so it’s time to grab a bite to eat, and put my thinking cap on.