Busy doesn't even begin to describe the last fortnight.
The Madwoman has been toiling over the computer day and night till steam has
been virtually coming out of the keyboard trying to finish putting together the anthologies
which her writing group are publishing soon *
She has even taken her laptop thingy to bed so she can continue working while the rest of us are trying to sleep.
Next time she tries to put her hand up to volunteer to do
something, we shall make sure that we sit on it.
We have even been pressed into service to pose for pictures to help publicise it.
Fortunately we have managed to insist on a bit of normalcy ...
here's what we've been up to ...
(we've tried to keep words to a minimum as we're worried the computer
might run out of them after the Madwoman's constant tap, tap, tapping at it)
We helped to pick gooseberries.
But we preferred helping ourselves to strawberries
Our new summer collars arrived.
They were so beautifully wrapped up, the Madwoman said that
it almost seemed a shame to unwrap them.
We ignored her.
(from Silver Peacock. Nice and soft and lightweight. Perfect summer wear)
We chatted to an Anglo Saxon woman
who was busy weaving trims for clothes.
Very pretty.
Bill the Builder turned up in the middle of the week
to mend the leaky shed roof.
We promised not to eat him in return for a bit of his cake.
We're still waiting for him to keep his side of the deal.
We did our best to try and make Bill's handiwork look even better
A wippitt's work is never done.
* June 21st.
We've been told we have to tell you.**
It's called A Flash in the Pen and is available for
pre-order from Amazon HERE
** Naturally, we normally take no notice of
anything the Madwoman tells
us to do.
But she has offered us a bribe of gravy bones if we do.
Which makes all the difference.
