So far today I've rushed off to fetch glue for the builder putting up our new kitchen units -the smell made me feel sick. I've faffed about with facebook/twitter/linkedin/Kindle and e-mails.
Taken to dog for walk along the river wall.
Failed to go to my French conversation class.
I've put up ceramic art plates on newly arrived plastic stands.
I've run up and down stairs a dozen times (my study is upstairs) to answer queries from the builder. He's not a happy man.
Am now going to compose a long letter of complaint to Homebase about the missing parts/ incorrect fittings/extra units/and wrongly made unit -and we only had four!! It's cost me an extra £100 for fitting because of their mistakes.
Have put a calming picture of the cat belonging to Wivenhoe station to cheer me up.
So no time to write. Maybe when everything is sorted and the house quiet I'll find a small space to write. After all that's what I do for a living.