Giant Tonka toys

Enormous Machinery is currently planing off the surface of the back alley and spraying it into the back of a lorry. This is so interesting, the boys are even content to share a windowsill while they watch.

On the other hand, it is also extremely noisy. Never was man more eager to run out of the house for a day's grinding nose-to-paper engagement with a text...

(Well, maybe half a day. More than twenty pages, though: I am determined on that.)

"Well, I'm back."

Forty pages. Which yet doth double twenty, and finisheth Part One. Tomorrow, I shall go in early, buy danish on the way to be my breakfast, and do sixty. Which will take me to the end of Part Two. Then I can work all of that through the computer over the weekend, and that will be the first quarter dealt with, and a good beginning. Well begun is - well, a quarter done. That at least.

Next week, maybe I can buy lunches in town and have blitzing-days, the way I used to. Mornings in the library, afternoons in the pub. If I have the stamina.

Meanwhile, came home to find another kind of grindy-rumbly machine chewing at the roadway, and this one Mac doesn't like at all. He's slinking round the house at speed, at a half-crouch, pacing the walls and utterly unable to settle. Baz is bewildered; we haven't seen him like this before.

Notes

To bleeding self: continuing to use lethally-sharp knife after having cut oneself and eventually applied plaster? Makes a second cutting of self even more likely...

To thronging cats: no. I may indeed be bludding, but you may not eat my bludd.