Woke up this morning feeling back to my old self again. What happened? I don't know and I really don't want to know! Suffice it to say that when I opened my eyes this morning - after my first solid night's sleep in a week - I just knew that the dark clouds had lifted, the monster was safely back in its cave and I was on top of the world! Phew! What a relief!
Had a good look round the study tonight. It is so higgledy piggledy! I still haven't managed to sort it all out. And to add insult to injury, it seems to have suddenly become a storage area for charity shop stuff and boot sale stuff - simply because there's nowhere else for it to go! It drives me nuts. Have got a family wedding this weekend so I am not going to get much done tonight - but afterwards, I am determined to get some semblance of order in here. I don't mind it becoming a repository for unwanted items as long as all the stationery is in its right place and the books are in some kind of decent order (right now I have Stephen King mixed in with Sue Townsend, kids books with adults books, non-fiction with fiction. The only thing that seems to be in one place is all my poetry books - thank God for that - I would fade away if I couldn't get to those!) Yup - higgledy-piggledyness is really the sign of a disordered brain - now where did I read that? And I can't have a disordered brain! I'm a writer. Or maybe I can because I'm a writer!
Have been seriously thinking of backing up all my stuff and looking on the Internet. Why are some Clouds
free and others not? Should I trust the free ones? If they are to be trusted, why aren't they all free? Or is some entrepreneur out there just trying to rake in our hard earned cash? How do Clouds work anyway?
Answers on a postcard please ...
Guess what happened to me the other week? My Steve left for work at 8pm as usual on the Wednesday night and, five minutes later, I heard the front door open. Thinking he'd come back for something he'd forgotten, I went out to the hall to meet him and saw the front door slam shut from the outside. I yanked it open but couldn't see anyone - no Steve - nobody. The street looked eerily deserted. I shut the door, walked round the house shouting "Hello? Hello?" (in retrospect this was a really idiotic thing to do but at the time I was still trying to find Steve) and then rang Steve (I was still partially convinced he was hiding somewhere and this was some kind of elaborate joke - not that it is something he'd be likely to do). He was well and truly on his way to work. Like my gallant knight in armour he said he'd come straight home but not before barking "Call the police!". He actually got back just after the police arrived. They did a thorough sweep (is that what they say or is it only something that gets said in films?) but couldn't find anything - and Steve took the night off work because I was pretty shaken up. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I can be. It was a very scary experience! The police think it was an opportunistic break-in and that my opening the living room door totally freaked him/her/them out which was why they scarpered so quickly. He/she/they obviously thought the house was empty. The hall light now stays on all night and the door gets double-locked as we go out (even if one of us is still inside). Better safe than sorry. So take heed - there are badd'uns out there. Anyway I am okay; that is the main thing.
Anyway I think I have bent your ear long enough tonight (can you bend someone's ear if something is being said visually as opposed to audibly. Is it ok to say I've bent your eye long enough?). Anyway I just wanted you to know I am back to normal (as if you didn't know). Catch up again soon!