Waiting

This isn't Betty.

Betty would be sitting quivering in a corner. A guilt-inducing picture of dejection.

And she'd probably limp as well.

A fab day today. More work came in and I'm feeling much more confident with the tone and pace of the writing. I'm also getting closer to being able to achieve a day's work for my daily rate. Rather than suffering 3 days' work for my daily rate... ;) An afternoon at the Little Shop of Treasures rounded my working day off rather nicely.

A four mile walk (there and back and there and back) for Charlie's football is rounding off the real day. Before I get to settle down with some Romans.