Sunday 23 January 2005

Yesterday was good and different and good (did I say good already?). I got up early (okay, not so good) for a Saturday, and headed off down to some Prep School near Abingdon, where the band was holding a Playing…

Tonight, I passed the 50,000 mile mark of my novel. That’s 180 pages of pure shepline imaginationTM. Well, better stop yakking … I’ve got myself another 50,000 words to write… (see you on the other side *grins*)

Shorts and suntan lotion, and hot pools at midnight Day 13. 18 August 2002 Sunday. Our last working day. I wake after having a bitterly cold night, not helped by the fact that the zip on the sleeping bag broke…