So last night we watched a DVD then had an early night. Today we managed to get up for the buffet breakfast (mainly because I was hungry). Zoe used her powers of reading to find the tea - it was in a coffee pot labelled 'tea', and I had dry chocolate cereal because I don't like sweet milk particularly. Or, at least, not when linked to cereal.
Other than that, just a wonderful day of reading (finished Good Omens, started Red Dust Road by Jackie Kay - spare World Book Day books I got from the prison, and will leave somewhere good before I return home), snoozing in the sun (with the kanga - apparently it's a kanga - Sarah Y got me from Kenya draped over my head. I lost it, then found it where I'd left it in the morning. Phew!), sitting in a cafe planning a timeline for the ideas I've been thinking about for Robin and I's next film, sitting - before that, in the morning, trying to write bits of the script.
Zoe thinks the current ending sounds pants. It probably is. I must try to avoid quiet endings. I don't particularly enjoy watching them myself, so why do I always write them? Something to work on.
I miss Bruce - our giant (well, biggish) lizard who lived in our bathroom in the last hotel. Here we do have a few tiny ones, but they're not Bruce. Most of the cats here are missing most of their tails. Why? My current two main theories are a) a cultural/religious practice of tail docking like with terriers, or b) cat tail soup.
Well, now for the photos :)
Other than that, just a wonderful day of reading (finished Good Omens, started Red Dust Road by Jackie Kay - spare World Book Day books I got from the prison, and will leave somewhere good before I return home), snoozing in the sun (with the kanga - apparently it's a kanga - Sarah Y got me from Kenya draped over my head. I lost it, then found it where I'd left it in the morning. Phew!), sitting in a cafe planning a timeline for the ideas I've been thinking about for Robin and I's next film, sitting - before that, in the morning, trying to write bits of the script.
Zoe thinks the current ending sounds pants. It probably is. I must try to avoid quiet endings. I don't particularly enjoy watching them myself, so why do I always write them? Something to work on.
I miss Bruce - our giant (well, biggish) lizard who lived in our bathroom in the last hotel. Here we do have a few tiny ones, but they're not Bruce. Most of the cats here are missing most of their tails. Why? My current two main theories are a) a cultural/religious practice of tail docking like with terriers, or b) cat tail soup.
Well, now for the photos :)
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