I had a nice surprise yesterday - a letter from a magazine saying they want to publish one of my 'top tips'. This was a surprise firstly because I didn't remember sending it in and secondly because I can't even remember what the tip was!
I'm guessing it wasn't one of the following:
- Don't bother laying flooring - bare concrete never shows the dirt.
- If you don't cut your grass then eventually it will get to such a height it hides all the weeds in your garden.
- If you don't invite anyone round then you don't have to tidy up.
- Do your building work over as long a period as possible then you'll always have a good excuse for your house being in complete chaos.
Well, it was a nice distraction from post emailing angst anyway. I pressed the send button on my chapter and synopsis for my M&B editor slot with Jenny Hutton. I then woke up the next day with the sudden realisation that I'd forgotten to give a hastily created secondary character any distinguishing physical characteristic (wooden leg, glass eye, severe facial disfigurement... that kind of thing).
Ah well, such is writing life. Overall I'm reasonably happy with it.
I've also been having a very interesting conversation about smells with my tiler, (should have consulted him about the alpha scents debate :-) whilst forcing first aid on him. Eventually he accepted my nursing but only on the grounds that he "didnae wanna get blood in ya grout". His favourite smell is one that apparently came second in a poll of people's favourites - clean sheets fresh from the line being ironed or drying on the range.
Which reminds me I should go and do some washing and make some pretence of being the kind of domestic goddess who dispenses top tips...