I woke up early and determined. I wanted to do the ironing before I took daughter to school in the hopes of having this evening free for writing. Wednesday tends to be the day I drive to Worthing Council to get my search information.
But the day was eaten away gradually. I didn’t finish the ironing before school. The dog decided to paddle in mud, so I washed him before I drove to
Worthing. When I got there some of the information wasn’t ready so I had a lovely lunch in the Lime café while I waited and sent business emails. Next thing I know its 2pm. A quick run to Staples because we needed more paper. Then I remembered my daughter as cookery tomorrow so quick dash to supermarket for chocolate chips.
Get home finish ironing, eat tea, I still haven’t washed up and its 8pm! Hubby is typing up the reports, I’m exhausted and I have only written my blog. Hopefully the fairy liquid will give me a second wind but in reality I’m not hopeful. I should sweep up and mop before I go to bed…but I don’t it is going to happen. Surely most other female writers run homes, businesses/work and write.