Milk

It certainly doesn’t seem like April. I have been disillusioned by the Cornish weather, and my dreams of sunning myself on the beach whilst a balmy breeze washed over has seriously not happened. I get text asking how life in Sunny Falmouth is, and I have to tell them that it doesn’t exist as yet. No, that’s not strictly true, there have been a few good days when the sun has shone and as long as you’re behind glass in its rays, the chill lifts from your bones. Otherwise, it’s bloody freezing. I cannot get warm at all, and have spent most evening pressed against my radiator shivering, and being thankful for a portable laptop.

I braved the weather to leave the house three times today, three times more into the blistering cold. The sky was a very strange silver grey, and then sickly yellow. The sea I was watching smashing into the headlands, and rocking the little ships. I was glad to be indoors, when I was, and wishing I was after heading out to buy milk. I got in after my first sojourn having willed myself along with the promise of a cup of tea, only to arrive sodden in the kitchen to discover I had no milk. I hate that. So out again, thankfully Tescos is not far. Tea never tasted better.
One more trip out to catch up with Rob and Carlo, then I chained myself to my chair and the computer. I have to stop distracting myself with boiling the kettle, even getting lunch takes up time, but I’m not prepared to give up food just yet, even for writing.

I also took a couple of hours after doing some work and treated myself to another chapter of my epic story, which I was totally awed to discover has received over 10,000 hits on the website! I’m stunned. I also had a short story written for me following a request, and to my huge enjoyment yesterday, I discovered that two people would like me to play parts in the scripts they are writing. So nice, I’m really flattered. I will have to return the favour.
Fortunately my script scenes that I tortured myself writing last week seem to be okay after my tutorial this morning - my first and most valid reason for leaving the house. Which was a relief, I’d written them, emailed them, and let them go. Now I have some things to work on and focus on. Maybe I’ll get there. I hope so.