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I finally cracked the 250 page document I was editing today - or ceased to care enough to go through it again. I'm hoping it meets everyone's needs now, although I'm aware of at least one nose that will be put out of joint. On the other hand, I was not in the mood to get on with the lesser deadline of editing 34,000 words and writing a further 3,000 tonight. I have a marked up manuscript at least, which no doubt I'll take to work tomorrow, but I only have a spare hour between nine and six so it ain't gonna happen. I could do with a visit to Wilko's but that rather assumes the 4.30 meeting finishes by 5.45. Nope. Maybe Friday then.
I was expecting someone to come round to eat tonight who had rescheduled to Tuesday from our original plan of Wednesday then dropped it back to Wednesday after having a Bad Day. Wednesday suited me better, but I had a feeling he'd pull out altogether, and he did, thanks to a second bad day. It would have been better if he'd cancelled at four when we spoke rather than at seven but in the days of mobile phone firm commitments are passe. Fortunately I'd not slaved over an oven for hours and half of it will do for lunch tomorrow. It also didn't come out as well as I'd hoped. Too thin a cheese source. Need more cornflour.
I was hoping we could christen the new dining table that arrived tonight and that he'd help me assemble it. Not necessarily in that order. I ended up down the pub instead, and won a game of Killer, which put me fifty pence ahead on the evening, before beer. And there was me thinking I'd won a pint. Heigho. Ben the barman was pleased by the scones I took him, so someone was happy tonight at least.
I was expecting someone to come round to eat tonight who had rescheduled to Tuesday from our original plan of Wednesday then dropped it back to Wednesday after having a Bad Day. Wednesday suited me better, but I had a feeling he'd pull out altogether, and he did, thanks to a second bad day. It would have been better if he'd cancelled at four when we spoke rather than at seven but in the days of mobile phone firm commitments are passe. Fortunately I'd not slaved over an oven for hours and half of it will do for lunch tomorrow. It also didn't come out as well as I'd hoped. Too thin a cheese source. Need more cornflour.
I was hoping we could christen the new dining table that arrived tonight and that he'd help me assemble it. Not necessarily in that order. I ended up down the pub instead, and won a game of Killer, which put me fifty pence ahead on the evening, before beer. And there was me thinking I'd won a pint. Heigho. Ben the barman was pleased by the scones I took him, so someone was happy tonight at least.
