I'm delighted to see the back of January. What with dogs getting wood stuck in their mouths, idiots reversing their cars into concrete pillars (ahem), visits to dentists, tax bills to pay, car repair bills to pay … let's just say I'm hoping February will be better.
I can't say it's started too well as today saw me back in the dentist's chair. Having been awake all night with pain and swelling from that tooth extraction, and with the weekend looming, I thought I'd better go back and see him. By the time I arrived, however, the pain had eased a little so, between us, we decided to 'see how it goes'. We both agreed there was no point in pumping my body full of antibiotics unless absolutely necessary. I 'think' I'm on the mend now.
I should have made a note of the number of words I've managed to write in January. The sum total would be Not a Lot.
Talking of writing (which is about all I'm doing at the moment), mega-talented crime writer Frances Brody has a piece on her blog about writers' rituals. Funny how we need the right clothes before we can put pen to paper or finger to keyboard. Then there are the scents...
Later, I shall raise a glass to February. The weather will improve (hopefully) and the snowdrops will soon appear. I hope it's a great month for us all!
