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[essayel]

The mouse ran up the clock. No really. Tabi was chasing it and it an up the side of the grandfather clock by my writing chair then disappeared behind it. If the clock was working,which it doesn't, there would probably be a 'bong-eeek, bong-eeeek' at some time today. Rodent version of The Nine Tailors.

Thursday, Friday and today are summer. I'm going to make the most of it between cranking out text for my pirate exhibition - reducing someone like Sir Henry Morgan to 300 words is HARD and I keep changing my mind about which bits to do - and writing stories. "On the Pull" now a shade under 2,000, finished, needs an edit, "Country Mouse" a bit under 3k needs a bouncy ending, others will have to wait.

BUT I also need to fit in more exercise. Himself was saying last night that I'm visibly in pain when I move and that losing weight might take some of the strain off my joints. He's perfectly right so I will try to be more active and he can put up with me whining IRL. I'll try not to do it here.

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[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

Thanks. My legs better today, which is good as I want to attack the garden later on.

The New Forest was great. I should go more often, especially given all the people I know over that way.