http://events.wirralglobe.co.uk/m6/disp.asp?i=208246 gives information about my activities this coming Friday.

I've just put the finishing touches to Punch, a 1,500 tale of a seasonal party which is my contribution to Riverside Writers' project this month, which had to be on the theme of a punch bowl.

My puuter won't let me log-on to my Wirral Globe blog. I've been communicating with their techie folk. Either I don't exist or cookies are being pesky. Hmm... And how do you allow cookies on Vista? I haven't a clue, because I've yet to find the right facility to add permissions! Heeeelp!!!

Meanwhile, who's been watching the new version of Survivors on TV? It's not a patch on the old version, which went into far more detail about the practical issues of being one of the few remaining people on Earth. In one (new) episode, Greg put a splint on a man's broken leg, completely missing out the earlier version's purposeful dialogue about how relatively mundane injuries had now become life-threatening, and about the survivors' lack of survival skills. The new version has the characters living off foods and bottled water from shops, whereas the old version introduced ideas about having to rapidly re-learn largely-forgotten skills such as soap-making, growing vegetables, hunting, weaving, living without modern fuels or medical resources.

Ooow, busy day... First I wrote the first draft of a 1,500 shorty for Riverside Writers' latest project which is on the theme of "the punch bowl"--so my tale of an office party is called simply Punch.

Next, the bedraggled hedge in our (freezing cold and distinctly soggy) front garden was returned to order with our strimmer. As I was working, our neighbour drove up in her car so I asked if she minded if I step into her front garden so I could trim both sides of the shared hedge level. She readily agreed. It looked a mess left uneven, so I did it for my own benefit. I left the trimmings strewn on her lawn. She and her two adult sons do have complete sets of fully functioning limbs, after all. *chuckles*

Then I tackled stray dust bunnies under the dressing table, and retrieved the remains of the shredded paper bag which Emily had dismantled under our bed. I even used the stinky "lemon" furniture polish which smells like how marmalade on burned toast tastes.

After that, I finished retyping School, all 5,070 words of it. I'll tweak it to lose the stray 70 before I'm done. This one's a Sci-Fi/Fantasy tale of student pranks and DNA experiments.

And now it's time to peel spuds for dinner! Au revoir!