Working on building my author website (should have done it years ago). Got up to stick a pizza in the oven, but husband helps himself to the computer. So now I'm twiddling my thumbs waiting for him to get off. I might burn his pizza in revenge.
A second teacher from the local lycée has phoned to asked whether they could base next year's English curriculum on my book!!! Of course, with my luck the school may never open again thanks to a certain virus.
We moved into this house in July 2003. The washing machine we'd brought with us was finally plumbed in that November. Until then I did all the laundry in the bath tub. Hot water to the kitchen was finally installed 8 months later (so July 2004). Yesterday, during lock down 2020, my kids, tired of seeing doing the dishes, bought me a dishwasher and my husband installed it. I don't know myself! I have time to do stuff.
Frustrated that our only source of income (me working on street markets) had gone up the spout. The French government are giving payments of up to a max of 1500€. They will replace what your earned last March. Sadly, because of the Yellow Jackets, last March was terrible and I only earned 150€. It is hardly worth filling out the paper work.
Husband drove a friend to Montpellier on Tuesday to get a train back to UK. Friend now very sick with Coronavirus. Husband in his 70s with an existing lung condition. Humph. Not happy. Waiting to see what happens.
Just had confirmation that both my kids will get maximum loans for university (fees and maintenance) now all we need to do is get rid of the pesky virus. Feeling very relieved. And on a booky note, my WIP is coming along very nicely.
Frustrated with my son. Who has now announced he is going to travel to Austria to see his girlfriend (because her school has been closed). No argument seems to work. Sigh.
When I said he might get stuck there, he said he'd quite enjoy that. When I asked how he'd feel if something happened to his dad in the meantime, he just shrugged and said (quite rightly) that there would be nothing he could do anyway.
Hats off to Maria, our hostess at the Airbnb near Farnham we've had to cancel. Because Macron hasn't yet banned travel we weren't exactly covered by the exceptional circumstances policy of the company; So Maria refunded the money personally!
Turns out that I misread the Easyjet email. We can get to the UK, but getting back to France is trickier. Because the English are all cancelling their plans and the planes are virtually empty. But we will have fun causing a panic everywhere because Chris has a chronic cough (thanks to his profession). Expect interesting updates. Hope you all stay well and we are not really living in a Stephen King novel.
If is official. My daughter has got a place on a degree course for Illustration (without any paper qualifications, having dropped out of school aged 14). I am soooo happy! So both kids starting uni in the UK in September! (Dependent on money being found)
Just picked up feed back for two WIPs from Grindstone. Both very positive. I'd also resubmitted the manuscript for the book I've just self published. Hmm, the feedback was better a year ago. It seems I've fiddled with it too much, trying to satisfy everyone who'd advised me. Lesson learned: I'm actually a better writer than I think I am and should be more courageous.
I feel vaguely guilty about having opted to self publish. I just convinced myself that if I ever wanted to see the 'damn' book published in my life time, I'd better do it myself. It has been - to put it mildly - a steep learning curve. Just wish I was younger so I could add all these new skills to my cv. But, at least, it should now hit the stores early next week.
Sooooo excited! It looks like I'm finally getting the cover I want. I'll post a picture as soon as I'm sure. But, honestly the first draft is so good, I'd be happy with that. My experience with this agency has been very positive and I'll happily pass on their details.
First session of physiotherapy... I survived (just). Now hand is wrapped in a compression bandage with instructions to take it off quickly should it start to resemble the Union Jack. French Brexit joke or medical advice? Who can tell?