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Not Going to the Seychelles - 06 November 2011
It’s been a funny old few days here in the Husband household. We are attempting to sell our house – I know! In this financial climate – madness! And yet, and yet…We have seen a house I love (and husband Husband thinks is potentially interesting), and it’s in a place I have always wanted to live and is, better still, a project – i.e. I shall have to get out those ladders again and spend a lot of time waiting around for builders, plumbers, etc. So, the sale sign is up; we have had viewers; I think I have actually lost weight with all the vacuuming and gardening I have been doing; I have even cleaned the garage – clearing out a couple of years’ worth of spiders’ webs and being generally ruthless with stuff, i.e. throwing stuff in the bin/getting son Husband to take stuff to the tip. Anyways, happy days, I love a good clear out – it’s very liberating, so even if we don’t find a buyer, well…at least the place looks tidy and not so much stuff falls out of cupboards when I open them. And I cleaned out the pond; son said it looked ‘a bit bare,’ a bare pond…hmmm…it’s free of six foot reeds, anyway.
Next my publisher rings to tell me that, in anticipation of my new novel (All the Beauty of the Sun) being published next year, The Boy I Love is to be re-released along with Paper Moon – both with new covers. Hurrah.
Most importantly, though, in my heart of hearts and all that, All the Beauty of the Sun is about to be edited by a new (to me) editor and this has been humming around the back of my mind over these busy-with-less-important-stuff few days. I feel anxious, frankly – of course I just want her to say it’s wonderful and leave it at that, but I know I shall have to confront all my worst excesses and lousy, eccentric punctuation. I might have to do a big old re-write. Oh dear. It’ll only be what I deserve.
Other news, husband Husband has jetted off to the Seychelles for a fortnight. Once a year, come November time, he does this; it’s work – his suitcase is very heavy with files and light on the sun cream. Last year I went with him; this year I am staying at home cleaning and worrying about semi-colons. Ha! Well, I wouldn’t want to have missed the final episode of Downton – and I’ve got to keep voting for Russell on Strictly…And, honestly, once you’ve seen one golden beach you’ve seen them all. Honestly. Not much to do on the Seychelles, especially when the Husband is off auditing travel agents…
So, I shall be on my own for a little while and should be doing some writing. But I won’t. Let’s wait to hear what the new editor has to say about the last lot first, shall we? That’s for the best, I think.
Apropos of nothing, as usual, here is a song that I was singing as I slashed back those reeds – the clouds were nicely reflected on the pond’s surface which put me in mind of…
Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell
