Regular readers – apologies for the lack of bloggage. There have been a number of reasons for this not least of which has been that I’ve caught another cold and am currently wrapped up on the sofa with a lemsip.

Other than hacking my lungs up I’ve been busy writing the first draft of a short story that I desperately wanted to finish before I NaNoWriMo. It’s all typed up now but in going through the handwritten script I’ve realised it needs a hell of a lot of work and so it will have to wait until either my holiday or more likely December.

On the subject of NaNoWriMo I’m completely bricking it. I have nothing save a very odd starting idea and a few unrelated ideas in my head. I may be up a creek without a paddle here. Ah well such is life. All this is well and good but my mind is not really on NaNoWriMo, nor is it on my forthcoming holiday in Hong Kong. There is a far more momentous event occurring this week, tomorrow in fact.

Tomorrow marks eleven years since G and I got together, yep that’s right – we got together on Halloween. I told you there was something of the night about me. And it’s weird. It doesn’t seem like eleven days let alone eleven years and whilst we’ve lived together for five of those eleven years she still manages to surprise me, still makes me laugh, still makes me smile.

Corny eh? Maybe but it’s true. And that’s all for now.

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