For some reason that isn't even known to me (well, most things aren't), I booked my back massage and facial with the new Clarins girl at 9.10am today. Groan, what a ridiculously early start. Ah well. I managed to get there on time and even got one or two things in the shops that were open before 9am, so I felt very efficient and smug. The new Clarins girl, Hilary, is very quiet but very good - she was just sooo relaxing that I actually fell asleep while she was doing my facial. Which has never happened before. And she gave a massage to die for. I've booked her again next month. Talking is so last year, you know.
On the way back home, I popped into the doctor's to pick up my prescription (ah, I couldn't last a week without my HRT fix and my essential nasal spray, you know) and to see if they had my blood test results back yet or if they'd got my consultant's letter about the new combination of HRT I'm supposed to be going onto. The answer is no. And ... um ... no. Ah I can see it's going to be a much slower process since I moved over to the NHS. They're probably still looking for my notes somewhere ... Still, I shall maintain my new inner calm (no, don't laugh ...) and diary it ahead in my usual secretarial fashion for a couple of weeks from now. Let's hope something will have come through by then, but I wouldn't hold your breath.
At home, I've been struggling to climb up the almost unclimbableHallsfoot's Battle mountain. And what a steep trog it is today, Carruthers. I have slowly, slowly dragged Johan, Annyeke and the First Elder through the fire disasters and have now added a new exciting disability to the mix. No, I didn't know that was going to happen either until the keyboard started typing it in. Really, I only got into my stride in the last 100 words, but I can't do any more than 1000 of the little beggars a day or my brain will implode. It will have to wait until tomorrow. Mind you, I do have some ideas now, which is something. Ideas were sadly lacking earlier.
Meanwhile, I've finished editing my latest short story, Little Bird, and have now sent it off on the first of what will presumably be a long line of submissions. I've also sent in a fantasy short story to the upcoming Short Fuse fantasy-themed anthology which is part of their Brighton reading events. We'll see, but hey at least it's out of the virtual drawer. Which is a miracle in itself.
Tonight, there's nothing at all on TV. Sigh. Still, I do have the last episode of Country House Rescue to watch, so all is not quite doom and gloom on the viewing front, hurrah.
Today's nice things:
1. Clarins massage and facial
2. Getting somewhere (Lord knows where) with Hallsfoot
3. Submitting two short stories into the scary ether.
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