About the heat.
Especially in the UK
Ok not all from the Uk but places where I’ve enjoyed the warmth.
Those old chestnuts about, ohhh the washing will dry quickly,..you could fry an egg on the pavement…it’s too hot to do anything…
We trot them out, and roll our eyes. They are of course true, but, we need to think of some new things to say.
And don’t look at me…
It’s too hot to think!
So sorry this is a very none blog sort of blog, I promise to do better next time,
Love Raven xx
No...
It's a 'floater' in my eye.
Yes, that is what it's called.
A black blob, of various shapes and sizes. Described as something that looks like dots, cirvcles, lines, clouds or cobwebs. (The spider and fly are my additions)
The blob floats, drifts or zig-zags all over the eye after a laser treatment.
or to be posh—a YAG laser capsulotomy in my case.
It's great because I no longer have a fuzzy vision in one eye.
Bad because I can now see the cobwebs so I'm going to have to be a not so domestic goddess and dust!
But that apart, (I hate bothering the dust bunnies—they just go forth and multiply when I do—) I now realise how lucky I am to be able to have such things done.
There's so much we take for granted where I live.
And I'm determined to 'open my eyes' see how lucky I am and appreciate it.
(Random photo of Bath)
All that apart, I'm getting on with writing my Christmas stories. In 25deg sunshine, writing about snow and ice. It seems a bit surreal, but I guess after all these years I'm used to it. Weirdly when I write about warmth and summer in our winters, I don't not feel the same.
Maybe because I've been lucky enough to go somewhere warmer at times and so can envisage it easier.
Whichever it is, I've got the door to the garden wide open, I can see some fish in the pond, hear various birds tweeting, (and two pigeons having a fight,) a cockerel crowing, and a plane going over head.
Plus some idiot on a motorbike going much too fast down a nearby lane, and a tractor rumbling across a field.
It's early morning, and I love this time of day.
I'm the only one up, I have a cup of coffee and I'm chatting to you via my blog.
And—I'm about to get the last few thousand words of my Regency Christmas story written.
Have a great day, and take care, wherever you are,
happy reading,
love Raven xxx
Wouldn't it be boring?
Can you imagine it?
and if we all disliked the same things...
Can you imagine that as well?
I'd rather not.
(source:pinterst)
When someone says oh I don't like hot stories/same sex/historical/contemporary/mystery or whatever I smile and say what I've written up above.
'Wouldn't it be boring if we all only liked the same things.'
I try never to judge a person by what they read or don't read (there are some exceptions of course but I'll not get into that here). I myself don't like sci-fi, horror or what my mum called 'nasties'.
I prefer happy ever afters, some hot and some not. Just like I try to write.
With coffee of course.It's all personal preference.
And on that note,
I'm off to indulge in my preference,
Happy Reading,
love, Raven xxx
