Son & Fiancée came round last night – in Fiancée car. That Fiancée was driving. Without L plates on. She’d passed her test. Bless, she was so excited, apparently she’d been driving around visiting everyone all afternoon. Son had already told Himself, but had given strict instructions not to tell me, as Fiancée wanted to tell me herself.
The two of us went out for a drive around the village. She’s a good driver; she should have taken her test ages ago – but lacked confidence, hence Himself taking her out to practice. Son is most pleased, he reckons that the next time they go out she’ll be able to drive and he can have a drink.
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I dropped Himself’s car off at the garage for its MOT today and then walked to work. When I got up this morning, it was a lovely day – not a rain cloud in sight. Of course that changed half way between the garage and work – the heavens opened and it chucked it down.
One of these days I’m going to start wearing a coat or at the very least put a fold-up umbrella in my bag. Just not today.
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Pooks is nearly ready to update again (no, I can assure you I have not shame what-so-ever, my story is still half finished) but she can’t decide on a title. Everything I’ve suggested so far is no good. Personally I think there’s a little bit of showing off going on myself.
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Well okay, shall I just call it the chapter that comes after 2 and has 8000 words in it then?
I don't know what to call it so shoot me!!
(at least I've written something - two things if you count the next chapter that Scally has run away with)
pooksxx
Where’s the gun? Who hid the gun? Come on, own up. Spoiling my fun.
And I gave you a really good title - it’s not my fault you wrote another snippet that fitted it.
You’re just so picky. I mean, the readership isn’t interested, in the title, they are interested in the smut. Very grubby lot, the Readership.
Oi, chapter 3 isn't smutty - well it has that tiny bit of hand imagining - but blink and you'd miss it. I did try but remember my boys are too well brought up for that.
No title - no update.
Chapter 4 now it's sorta smutty.
And still 8000 words of a chapter - they'll need a cup of coffee to sustain them to the end it's so long and how long is your new chapter?
Pooksxx
Oooooh, how long is a piece of string?
Call it: Out of the Cupboard. A sort of play on the saying out of the closet.
i was about to shout you down with a 'they've been out of the closet for ever these two' but you know.....
Oh well, don't let that stop you. You always manage to shout at me any other time.
Well I'd hate to disappoint. WHERE THE HECK IS THE CHAPTER ON JJ. YOU KNOW THE ONE YOU PROMISED ME IF I WOULD COME AND WRITE WITH YOU AND HERE I AM WITH CHAPTER THREE (WHICH LET'S FACE IT IS AS LONG AS TWO CHAPTERS) AND CHAPTER 4/5, AND STILL JAY IS IN THAT BACK BEDROOM - SORRY I FORGOT HE'S GOT AS FAR AS THE KITCHEN - AND NO STORY.
loud enough?!
Pooksx
Are you trying to tell me something? Look, you know me now - there is absolutely no need to beat about the bush. Just come right out with it, I won't be upset.
And he's made it past the kitchen as it happens - he's now in the living room.
And it's only taken him FIVE months to get there. The snail from The Magic Roundabout could have got there sooner.
Oh come on woman - there's no need to wait until I catch up with the 10 stories that you have up. What with me doing two stories to your every one (sorry that should be zero) stories I'll have caught up in no time.
If it makes you feel any better i could split the 8000 words I've written into two stories and then it would be a quicker process.
Pooksxxx
Well there'a no need to be nasty to him. Poor lad. It's not his house; he doesn't know his way around.
And I'm sorry but at this moment in time, you've only two stories published. That's TWO. The Readership aren't that easily won over with false promises. Well, not all of them at any rate ;-)
My update is not a false promise. I don't like it anymore but I'm not going to wipe it again. Scally would kill me for a start and I've become used to breathing.
Now you're the mistress of the false promise.
"Come and write with me - bring the boys over - I'll write more JJ."
By next weekend I'll have four chapters - five if you count the fact that chapter three is an incredibly long 8000 words - yes really - so almost half of your count and I've started the next bit and there's the bones of the next three.
Are you guilty yet?
Pooksxxx
You remember you told the readership that you didn't have a head for hats?
Well I've not got a body for guilt. Can't ever find the right size to fit. Sin I don't have a problem with; I'm spoilt for choice.
And I've checked my emails - there's no attachment to the last one you sent me. You must have forgotten to attach the next chapter. How very remiss of you.
The leps stopped over at the pub and left it under the table. They found it when they went back for Davy who was also found under said table. So - catch. Careful there bird there's 8000 odd words in it so it's a touch heavy!!!!
Pooksxx
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