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Feisty, feisty and fiery
Apr. 16th, 2009 09:59 pmI took this week off work so I could write an essay. Then I found out that Dream Chronicles 3 came out on Tuesday, so my essay writing took a back seat. But I'm back on schedule now.
Today I had to go and queue in the bank and found myself in conversation with an old lady. I attract them like a magnet, I really do. This one was telling me how she couldn't eat fish. 'Doctor told me not to,' she said. 'Doctor told me no more fish at all.' She sighed. 'Such a shame, I love chips.' Ah. It's probably fish and chips she can't have, not fish in general, isn't it? I didn't tell her that. My grandmother was the same: if it wasn't battered and fried, it just wasn't fish.
After the bank, I had to go and buy a new doona* cover, having inadvertently burnt mine last night. I was vacuuming my room, you see, and noticed a cobweb on the ceiling, hanging right over my pillow. I've got an upright vacuum but the hose comes out and attaches to a long nozzle for those hard to reach spots. I did that and waved it around in the air but couldn't catch the cobweb, so then I tried standing on the bed with the vacuum cleaner next to me. That worked a treat. I was engrossed in vacuuming my light fitting when I realised I could smell burning and found that the vacuum cleaner had burnt a twenty centimetre hole in my doona cover and had even started to char the doona itself. Much longer and there'd have been feathers everywhere. So there you have it: don't put vacuum cleaners on beds. I share my experiences so that others can learn.
Did you know you can get a synopsis for your very own Harlequin romance? I described myself as feisty, feisty and fiery. Lacking a significant other, I had to come up with a suitable name for the hero. I think Trevor works.
MY HARLEQUIN ROMANCE
International Jet-Setter Alicia has no intention of buying into New York City's absurd werewolf legends. Until she rescues an ordinary dog shot with a silver bullet, and meets his male model owner, Trevor.
A founding member of the Alpha Force on a nearby military base, Trevor has developed an elixir that helps werewolves control their shape-shifting abilities. Trevor has always tried to keep his distance from the civilian population, but Alicia's feisty nature soon wears down his defenses. With attacks on people and animals in the area mounting, can their fiery attraction withstand their toughest challenge?
* Duvet
Today I had to go and queue in the bank and found myself in conversation with an old lady. I attract them like a magnet, I really do. This one was telling me how she couldn't eat fish. 'Doctor told me not to,' she said. 'Doctor told me no more fish at all.' She sighed. 'Such a shame, I love chips.' Ah. It's probably fish and chips she can't have, not fish in general, isn't it? I didn't tell her that. My grandmother was the same: if it wasn't battered and fried, it just wasn't fish.
After the bank, I had to go and buy a new doona* cover, having inadvertently burnt mine last night. I was vacuuming my room, you see, and noticed a cobweb on the ceiling, hanging right over my pillow. I've got an upright vacuum but the hose comes out and attaches to a long nozzle for those hard to reach spots. I did that and waved it around in the air but couldn't catch the cobweb, so then I tried standing on the bed with the vacuum cleaner next to me. That worked a treat. I was engrossed in vacuuming my light fitting when I realised I could smell burning and found that the vacuum cleaner had burnt a twenty centimetre hole in my doona cover and had even started to char the doona itself. Much longer and there'd have been feathers everywhere. So there you have it: don't put vacuum cleaners on beds. I share my experiences so that others can learn.
Did you know you can get a synopsis for your very own Harlequin romance? I described myself as feisty, feisty and fiery. Lacking a significant other, I had to come up with a suitable name for the hero. I think Trevor works.
MY HARLEQUIN ROMANCE
International Jet-Setter Alicia has no intention of buying into New York City's absurd werewolf legends. Until she rescues an ordinary dog shot with a silver bullet, and meets his male model owner, Trevor.
A founding member of the Alpha Force on a nearby military base, Trevor has developed an elixir that helps werewolves control their shape-shifting abilities. Trevor has always tried to keep his distance from the civilian population, but Alicia's feisty nature soon wears down his defenses. With attacks on people and animals in the area mounting, can their fiery attraction withstand their toughest challenge?
* Duvet