Work, a day of rest and a possible change

28 July 2013

Sunday is meant to be a day of rest, yeah, I bet!!!  So far I've managed to sit still for half an hour to have a coffee.  And yet there is still a lot to do really.  I suppose that I should be used to this seeing as it's nothing new.  Still, I wouldn't have minded going for the day, but I got up late - again!!!  There's a full line of washing out on the line and I'm trying to keep an eye on that too in case it starts raining.

I was quite pleased with things yesterday; I managed to get around 2,000 words done on the new Fred Cooper novel.  That's the first in several weeks, and makes the total so far 25,000 words.  And guess what?  There's no murders yet!  That might change shortly though seeing as one of my characters has disappeared with a hippy-type character.  The cops are looking for him anyway.  That's enough for now, can't give too much away.

I've been thinking about my first novel, The Mission.  At one point I have something happened that could with changing.  It's all to do with falling rocks but I think a laser pen light would work better really.  I'll think it through a bit more first.

How much printing do you do?  I don't do all that much really so when my last Epson gave up the ghost I bought another sub-£100 inkjet, a Kodak one that produces some very good photos and a text documents.  Jan went to see her sister a couple of weeks ago and came back with a bloomin great big Epson continuous ink printer and four large bottles of ink.  It belong to her brother-in-law Keith but he doesn't need it now.  See, they are up-sticking and going off to Thailand to live.  I haven't set up the printer yet but I have got as far as moving the Kodak over to Jan's workstation for her to set up and use.  I suppose I will have to get on with it and get it all sorted out sometime today; see, yet more work to do!

 
Today's photo then ... 

is not very sharp but it's a shot of two randy wood pigeons. 
 

And today's funny ...

Nurses aren't supposed to laugh....

'Of course I won't laugh, said the nurse. I'm a professional. In over twenty years I've never laughed at a patient.'
'Okay then,' said Fred, and he proceeded to drop his trousers, revealing the tiniest 'man thingy' the nurse had ever seen.
Length and width, it couldn't have been any bigger than a AAA battery.
Unable to control herself, the nurse started giggling, then fell to the floor laughing.
Ten minutes later, she was able to struggle to her feet and regain her composure.
'I am so sorry,' she said. 'I don't know what came over me. On my honor as a nurse and a lady, I promise it won't happen again. Now, tell me, what seems to be the problem?'
'It's swollen,' Fred replied.
She ran out of the room