The riveting life of a struggling writer, in today's austerity Britain
Saturday, 2 April 2011
Where I find tumbleweed under the dining table
I've been a busy girl since my last post, completed a short piece for a magazine and have been doing quite well with The Pearls & The Suitcase. The only problem is the house is now falling down around my ears. This morning I spotted a fluffy cushion lurking under the dining table which, on closer inspection, turned out to be a humongous dust ball. I was considering ringing the Guinness book of records to see if it might take the world title, when it drifted past like the tumble weed you see rolling down the main street in Western Movies, shedding budgie feathers in its wake. Will get on my marigold gloves and become a domestic goddess for a wee while before finishing another article. Will let you know how things are going in a few days.