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desperanceI did at least find something I could do, hurrah! I took hard copy of the short story I've now been working on for a month (aaargh!) down to the Lit & Phil, read it through and scribbled on it. Just a very little. Either it's pretty much okay, or else it's so hopeless there is no point fiddling with it. I shall type in these few, these very few corrections and send it off tonight, both to my editor (mmm, long tall Geoffrey...) and to my pet scientist, for them to mock it muchly.
Then I committed virtual retail therapy (nearly bought a new DVD player, on the grounds that mine is ancient and modern ones are cheap and sexy; but then I got all stalled on the alternatives - a combination DVD/video player? a DVD recorder? a HDD/DVD recorder? - and did nothing at all) and so came home and hungry.
Whereupon I found something else I could do: I cooked, hurrah! A mushroom omelette, with fried ham. On toast. I have been living on sandwiches that I could hold one-handed, and filled pastas that I could eat with a fork; today I used a knife, for the first time in weeks. It was a little awkward, but hey. We got there. I am probably fit for human society again, or at least for dinner parties; the ability to use cutlery in public is my abiding standard.
Tired now. And ouchie.
Then I committed virtual retail therapy (nearly bought a new DVD player, on the grounds that mine is ancient and modern ones are cheap and sexy; but then I got all stalled on the alternatives - a combination DVD/video player? a DVD recorder? a HDD/DVD recorder? - and did nothing at all) and so came home and hungry.
Whereupon I found something else I could do: I cooked, hurrah! A mushroom omelette, with fried ham. On toast. I have been living on sandwiches that I could hold one-handed, and filled pastas that I could eat with a fork; today I used a knife, for the first time in weeks. It was a little awkward, but hey. We got there. I am probably fit for human society again, or at least for dinner parties; the ability to use cutlery in public is my abiding standard.
Tired now. And ouchie.