Another headless chicken day


I missed yesterday as it was another day of running about and general ironing. *sigh*

So my little blog will be quiet for the week… eek.

I’ll be back the day that Billionaire is out, 15 April… but in the meantime here’s the cover to look at, LOL.

And it’s forecast rain, rain and yet more rain in the part of Wales I’m headed off to. Why should I be surprised 😉

The rush to holiday

I’m still two drum loads of washing away from being finished with the washing…

How do I have so much bloody washing??

I am trying to get every scrap of it done so I’ll have a choice of clothes to take on holiday for all of us, rather than the standard faire, LOL But I’m moving into Day Three of the washing marathon and it’s starting to get a tad boring now.

And tomorrow will be Ironing Day.

You can tell I haven’t even thought about writing, can’t you. Besides quick bursts of emails, this is the longest I’ve been on the web all day. And I’m starting to scare myself. I’ll start to go into withdrawal soon *grin*

Now I have to go and wash the gunk off my head and hope my hair hasn’t turned green or that it’ll fall out in clumps. When I’m rich I’ll be able to pay a professional to do it, rather than getting half way through it with The Ent, having a fight, and then me taking over 😉 Then again spending that amount of time in the hairdressers would be freaky scary. It’s going to be bad enough tomorrow just getting it cut *sigh*

We had Frodo’s parents’ evening tonight. It was fairly positive – well compared to the last one 😉 . He and Samwise caused mayhem, then we went home.

I think the peroxide is seeping through to my brain.
*Wibble*

Almost forgot again

I’ve been running around like a mad thing all day. Prepping for a holiday, buying Hobbits’ clothes, shoes for said holiday. Buying Samwise’s birthday presents – since his birthday falls on the most shut day of the year LOL. Buying Frodo’s present from Samwise.

And the worst thing. Booking an appointment for a haircut. On Friday.

I hate getting my hair cut. Hate it. I have terrible and unruly hair that confuses hairdressers and never looks the same after I’ve washed it, LOL

But Frodo finishes school half day on Friday and Grandma Gandalf will be here all afternoon. That should be enough time for the hairdreser to drag out the sickle… or on the more stubborn strands… the scythe… and set to work.

Writing: none done today.

Wash out Sunday

I’ve done nothing today… well we went shopping for Samwise’s birthday presents and bought Frodo a View Master. He has hypermobility, so it could help with this fingers, I think. It’s fiddley but he does seem to be getting the hang of it. Shame they don’t have left-handed ones. Now that would be really useful for him, LOL

Blurb is done

… well almost. I have two options, so I’ve sent them off in hope of guidance, LOL

But here’s a definite part of it:

Muscles and mind straining, Inaeus hurled the
sword. Spell-thick steel buried itself deep into the monster’s
spine.

The Demon screamed down the night in its pain…

That should have been the end of it.

It wasn’t.