|Yes, it does say Rambo|
Today my long (and ultra slim n sinewy, even after Christmas) suffering (not as much as me!) husband went back to free lancing work - in my minds eye he galloped along Monty Python style on his own two feet bashing coconut halves and chucked a lance through a screen marked 'random job' and, well - lanced it. Only random as in it seems that in the early months of this year work may be random for him...which is not celebratory news financially speaking, but creatively speaking it is top smoking gun, because I am taking a six week writing sabbatical and trotting (minus the coconuts apart from the ones clanging in my head) down to the British Library to write my book! It's a morning only scribble job but I am thrilled! So if you are there, I will be the one looking like I have swallowed a beach ball with nipper vomit on my top.
|My daughter's heart bread|
Oh dear this is no longer short. Hope it's snappy...standby...