26/09/2005
Oof flop... No! Heck! It's Monday morning!
Would love to flop... arrived home after delivering adopt-a-sprog to uni' to find recently Veraed home had been trashed. 'To Vera', by the way, is a new expression in the English language. A Vera is a pearl beyond price, there is only one, and she's mine.. Well, as long as I behave myself, that is!
Vera is my part-time companion, confidante, housekeeper and all-round good egg. When Vera leaves my home the cottage sparkles as if Mary Poppins had just been round. As Vera closes the door that- and no other- is the moment Beautiful Homes magazine should come to call.
But
Seconds later, Wiggy and minimus, seeing all is set fair for their dear mama, set about trashing the place. Within moments it looks like student digs... with pizza and tomato sauce everywhere... cola cans, disgusting smeary water glasses, manicure kits, bits of dead skin, hairbrushes, nail varnish, straighteners, curlers, make-up, and wet towels scattered about the floor (always, for some reason on the only carpet we possess- the other floors being wood- Oh no, I remember, the TV lives in the room with a carpet) ... (need I go on, or do you get the picture?)
Well, they left last night. Finally. And dh and I made an attempt to re-establish Vera's level of order, but ended up collapsing in a heap and going to bed shortly after. (NO, definitely not for any Presents stuff- are you joking?! Apart from the fact that we have been married almost 28 years and that would be incest, we were crawling by that stage!!)
So, here I am- ready to flop... but with a book to write. So, it's off to the desert for me! (can't say that's a bad option, actually, with Sheikh Shahin waiting to revive me!)
Lovely people I met on Friday... other M&B authors... some of your faves... and lovely Harlequin eds, who are either priming themselves to run for charity right now, or are glowingly pregnant, or battling with one of my drafts and looking tense.
C'est la vie, girls! Don't you love it?
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan
Vera is my part-time companion, confidante, housekeeper and all-round good egg. When Vera leaves my home the cottage sparkles as if Mary Poppins had just been round. As Vera closes the door that- and no other- is the moment Beautiful Homes magazine should come to call.
But
Seconds later, Wiggy and minimus, seeing all is set fair for their dear mama, set about trashing the place. Within moments it looks like student digs... with pizza and tomato sauce everywhere... cola cans, disgusting smeary water glasses, manicure kits, bits of dead skin, hairbrushes, nail varnish, straighteners, curlers, make-up, and wet towels scattered about the floor (always, for some reason on the only carpet we possess- the other floors being wood- Oh no, I remember, the TV lives in the room with a carpet) ... (need I go on, or do you get the picture?)
Well, they left last night. Finally. And dh and I made an attempt to re-establish Vera's level of order, but ended up collapsing in a heap and going to bed shortly after. (NO, definitely not for any Presents stuff- are you joking?! Apart from the fact that we have been married almost 28 years and that would be incest, we were crawling by that stage!!)
So, here I am- ready to flop... but with a book to write. So, it's off to the desert for me! (can't say that's a bad option, actually, with Sheikh Shahin waiting to revive me!)
Lovely people I met on Friday... other M&B authors... some of your faves... and lovely Harlequin eds, who are either priming themselves to run for charity right now, or are glowingly pregnant, or battling with one of my drafts and looking tense.
C'est la vie, girls! Don't you love it?
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan
