Friday, October 8, 2010
Keeping up Appearances
In the interests of motivation, I treated myself to a fancy new notebook this week, to jot down notes for my latest - ahem - masterpiece. (Look, if I don't believe in it no one else will.)
Now that I've taken to hunching over tea in our local Costa's every week, slurping from a giant cup and staring into the middle distance, tapping my pen against my chin, I decided I needed something more swanky than the 99p recycled reporter's notebook I was using before. Plus the reporter wanted it back. Ho ho!
Trouble is the new one is far too posh to write in, and I don't want to spill tea on it, so I have to slip an old, tatty one inside for the actual writing.
It's all about appearances dahling. But the words are flowing, which is the main thing. Whether or not they make sense is a different matter.
In case you're wondering, the story of our kitchen still hasn't got its happy ending. In fact it's becoming a misery memoir.