Showing posts with label deadlines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deadlines. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 October 2008

Another Swansong and Meme

My new computer is due to arrive this afternoon (I hope) but at least this one’s limping along which is the main thing.

So as the second swansong, here is a meme from Pat and ChrisH as well

The winners of this award have to answer these questions, in one word per question.... so here we go:
1. Where is your cell phone? Kitchen
2. Where is your significant other? Jazz-ing
3. Your hair color? Brown
4. Your mother? Devon
5. Your father? Heaven
6. Your favorite thing? Love
7. Your dream last night? Confused
8. Your dream/goal? Published
9. The room you're in? Bedroom
10. Your hobby? Walking
11. Your fear? Loss
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Here
13. Where were you last night? Home
14. What you're not? Sane
15. One of your wish-list items? Younger
16. Where you grew up? Devon
17. The last thing you did? Drink
18. What are you wearing? Jeans
19. Your TV? Off
20. Your pets? Sleeping
21. Your computer? On
22. Your mood? Steady
23. Missing someone? Always
24. Your car? Parked
25. Something you're not wearing? Socks
26. Favorite store? Zilch
27. Your summer? Mixed
28. Love someone? Yes.
29. Your favorite color? Autumnal
30. When is the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Yesterday

Instead of passing this meme on, as I have a deadline and should be finishing a piece on teapots, please pick this up and run with it if you like it!

Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Oh no, not another....

In haste as I am having a quick breather before meeting a deadline. (Yes, RT, I will meet it!)

I caught Himself pounding away on the laptop at seven this morning. This can only mean one thing…yes, you’ve got it.

‘You’re not looking at another cornet, are you?’ I said in tones that would have daunted a lesser male.

Nervous giggle. ‘Well, Pop I couldn’t turn it down. It’s only thirty five quid including postage.’

‘I thought you said you weren’t getting another cornet.’

He frowned and sipped his now cold tea. ‘Well, no, Pop but this one’s different.’ He tried another tack; anything to melt his wife’s cold heart. ‘It’s like a stray dog, darling. I couldn’t say no.’

'We'll have to move house,' I said. 'We haven't got any room for any more cornets.' I despaired and went off to make toast. He came scurrying down the hall like the forementioned stray. ‘I won’t buy any more, Pop. Promise.’

‘You said that before.’ Mountains wouldn’t move me.

‘I could cancel my Paypal account,’ he added in desperation. ‘That’d stymie me.’

But somehow I don’t know that it would.