What happened to the day?

So far I have got the numbers for the accounts for the Amazon stuff, and done various bits and bats and now I think that all I need to do is get the cover work done and I am good to go. 

Evil cat has helped throughout by trying to be a barricade between me, the keyboard and the monitor.  She has driving me absolutely daft!  When I was trying to work out how to do a particular bit which involved following a step by step list, I was ducking and diving around the tabby shape and nearly in tears.  I am actually typing this around her.  The next installment of the stories may be flavoured with cat hair.

I have kept my stomach contents on the inside, which has helped.

Now off to get little bear - hope he has been okay, he was so washed out over the weekend. 

Timing is everything

We finally get a good drying day - and I have an upset stomach and walloping headache.  I am not doing big washes. 

Part of the problem is that I have cleared all the backlog, so that the majority of stuff that needs doing now is all 'take down curtains to wash' and 'pull out mattress covers to wash' and 'empty cupboards to wash' which with this headache is not happening.  I shall have a scour round for the shirts/t-shirts/underwear and get that washed, but it should only be one or two loads.

List of things to do today - call dentist as I will not physically be able to get there (really good headache!), call bank re what my BIS is.  Apparently I can self publish to kindle directly at Amazon, and can get quite good royalties (which when I will be charging 99p is nice) but I need to tell them my bank account's BIS and BIC to set up the account (in case I get any royalties to be paid) and I am completely baffled by what they are. 

Actually looking at the Price List thingy, I hope I will be allowed to charge 99p, but there is a pricing structure depending on the file size, so I may have to charge a higher price - up to £1.49.  I will be charging minimum price.  

Glass half full - once OH had done the cover art, and I have found out the magic bank account numbers, then I think I may be fine to upload the Forgotten Village. 

For the rest of the day - sit quietly and groan.

The Incredible Hulk

Darling father, OH and myself watched the film the Incredible Hulk with Edward Norton.  It was a fun film, and I enjoyed it. 

However, please reassure me that none of our wonderful Marines actually look like Tim Roth did in that film!  Long hair, unshaven, couldn't march - our great Marines are not like that.  Tim Roth is a marvellous actor, and I have really enjoyed so many of his performances.  But I could have cried at the lack of smartness.  (though I thought he did a good part)

On the other hand, I'd love to see Tim Roth as Richard III.  That would be electric!

Little bear is very fourious indeed!

Little bear still can't pronounce 'furious'.

6am little bear came down at a run, demanded Ben 10 and then screamed in temper because he said the tv was too bright.  So I persuaded him to have another half hour's nap. 

Then he screamed in fury about breakfast, which I ignored. 

Then he threw a complete hissy fit because he wanted to copy the words from a book onto an oversized whiteboard, and he couldn't get comfy and made some mistakes.  Everything I suggested was rejected with scorn and at volume. 

'I going to tell Grandad and Daddy.' little bear announced to me, when I refused to write it all out for him.
'I'll tell them that you've been horrible to me all morning,' I replied.
Little bear had a huge howl. 'I not stop crying until Daddy comes down!' He said.  He had managed to get tears going in his temper. 
'That's okay, but Daddy won't be down for a few hours yet.' I said, being a cruel mother. 

There was a pause.  Little bear is in the other room.  'You can't tell Daddy and Grandad,' he said after a while.
'Why not?' I asked.
'Because I said I sorry!'
'That's alright.' I said.

'But I going to tell Daddy and Grandad.' said little bear after a while.
'You tell them, and I tell them,' I reply, trying not to giggle.
Little bear howled in fury.  

I have been through quite a few howls of fury interspersed with complex discussions about why I shouldn't tell anyone, and I have managed to keep a relatively straight face.

Little bear has just come in and said a really nice apology and I have given him a huge cuddle.  He looks like another three hours of sleep wouldn't hurt him.  I still won't write out a book for him, but we will get there.  He is gorgeous.  And learning the rules of social interaction. 

Head hurts

I'm getting eye strain and my head hurts.  Not only have I been going through the Forgotten Village, but I've been going through various t&cs as well.  I don't read legalese well. 

(This, btw, is why I am not a hot shot solicitor.  When I worked at the county court, I really knew my stuff, had a knack for picking things up and seeing how things worked, same for when I was a legal secretary.  Couldn't read legal texts for toffee.  Sigh). 

Determined to get there, though.  But perhaps by next weekend...

Busy Morning

I have been trying to get Forbidden Village ready - going through and proof reading.

Why did nobody mention that Darren's burned arm mysteriously went from being his right arm to being his left arm?  And why did no-one mention that I couldn't count when it came to the number of sleeps Karen had had in the Village between arriving and being hit on the head?

Perhaps half way there, still working on it.

Meal planning fail

For one reason or another we have completely failed at the meal plans.  However today I have a sausage casserole in the oven and baked potatoes in the Remoska, and little bear is playing cars while I try and sort out a layout for the Forgotten Village.  I am doing spelling and grammar check - so far I haven't found any real corkers, but we will see.