I missed my blog post entry last week. In truth there wasn’t anything of note to record in my Diary of a CWAP. I did some more DIY. And then some more. And then some more.
My big sister came for a visit at the weekend. The weather was fabulous. On Sunday my big sis, my little sis and I dug out the push-bikes and went for a cycle ride across Romney Marsh. It was wonderful out there. The Marsh was beautiful, fragrant and alive with the sounds of spring: lambs, frogs and birdsong. Perfect.
We stopped at the church of St Mary in the Marsh and paid our respects at the grave of E. Nesbit. She of The Railway Children fame and a certain Booker & Cash short story. I said to my sisters, ‘So, have you read my Booker & Cash short story in Three Short Blasts?’ They looked at each other and then at me. There ensued a deafening silence as the lambs, the frogs and the birds held their collective breath. I rode the next three miles some hundred yards out in front, sulking. Their loss.
Still waiting for Amazon to release Deep State Acer#4 into the wild. They are taking their time. And they don’t say much. In fact they remind me of an ex: hard to get hold of and when you do, you wonder why you bothered.
I have been working on a writing project at night and for an hour before work in the mornings. And this weekend I’ve been able to have a concentrated bash at it because the plasterer is in upstairs and I’m keeping out of his way. It’s nice to get back to the desk and my laptop.
I’ve been back in the UK for a month already. How time really does fly. Overall, I’m enjoying the change in my circumstances. It’s nice to have a bit of variety in life. I just wish my little boy wasn’t so far away for so long.
The renovation project has turned the corner and things are starting to come together. Another month should see things finished. I hope so because my wife called to let me know she’s changed her tickets and they’re coming earlier than expected.