I am writing this blog post on the toilet. Not as disgusting as it may sound, the lid is down and I’m fully clothed. It is however, currently the only place in the house with space, light and a sense of privacy. It also helps that I’m dying my hair and therefore have an excuse to hog the only room in the house with a lockable door for the best part of an hour.
Such dire straits!
The boy and I are decorating the bedroom. Have been for two months which is the price I have to pay for falling in love with a man who is both a perfectionist and a serial weekend lie inner. The knock on effect of this is that the bedroom is in the living room so the table cannot be used, and as he is still sleeping in the bed in the living room I can’t hang out there. We do have a study true, but we do not talk about the study.
Oh woe is me. A lack a day!
The good news is that we do have a pub that serves breakfast literally on the other side of the road. This coming weekend I am going to try and continue my year of doing scary things by taking a fully charged lap top over there at nine in the morning to write. Tune in then to see if I make it.
In the mean time I am still tapping creatively away at my keyboard so this month could have been so much worse.
How’s everyone else doing? I’ll be round to check on as many of you as I can before I need to rinse.
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