Rumor up here in Longford has it that down in Cork, /Kate’s water has broken, and my husband has rushed to her assistance.
and we’re off.
Poor Ted didn’t get off to a great start this morning. I got a text at 6:40am saying, “Are you up yet?” I said, “I am now,” and the next one said, “Sorry. Funny thing happened. I just locked myself out of the house.” So I got up and called him, obviously, not that I could do anything from a hundred and forty miles away. He eventually got a key from the estate agent and the movers came in and packed more or less everything into the van, and just…
wargh.
Came down to Cork yesterday. Met a nice American couple on the train and chatted with them all the way, thus ensuring I wouldn’t get any work done. Current wordcount: 2000 words behind schedule. Ted has done a massive job of packing up. There is no living room, there are only boxes. The bedroom is by and large a mass of suitcases. The kitchen is…actually, right now it looks like a disaster area, but it’s the sort of disaster area that, with about an hour’s work, will be entirely packed…
writingu, writingu
Upon entering the house this morning, I was greeted with a sharp “BIP!” from the smoke detector, which was clearly possessed of a failing battery. Sadly, I could not cause it to stop BIP!ping, so I called my daddy and asked if he was a hero. He came over with a ladder and a screwdriver and took it down and took the battery out while I wailed, “I’m an artist! I can’t work under these conditions!” Smoke alarm dismantled, I admired my Heroic Daddy. He looked modest. He prepared to…
hlp
hlp i m pinnd don by cts on my rms. cnnot use lft hnd t ll or reech fr sde of keybord. ish someone ould tke picture of mmmlin ssistnce. hlp, hlp (xclmtion point)