Phew! No, really: phew!
At 3.30 am – well, 3.26 am to be precise – i hit the button on my magic web-mail-net thingummy and sent off into the ether the BIG report i’d been working on. All 42,000 words of it, mostly spell-checked, edited, stylised and about three stages away from publication.
Somewhere along the way it crept up to 46,000 before i took a sharp pair of scissors to the woffle and chopped it back. So. Want to know about renewable energy issues? I am your girl! REC’s, PTC’s and the ETS: that’s me….
Of course, it would have been done earlier had it not been for ANOTHER of those panic moments (at about half 2) when i hit one of the edit buttons and the whole thing slid off into the electronic nothingness. Thank god for regular saving! I lost about five minutes work – plus the half hour or so i sat about waiting and hoping that it would stop thinking about things and come back and talk to me.
Which leaves today free-ish for me to start back on other things. Blogging (i owe pieces to three separate blogs right now): a tussle with the Beeb over name change.
And maybe the real thing: an eyelash hunt. Yep: weekend dressing up – or down – was severely crimped by the fact that i took two sets of lashes with me. An outrageous glitter pair: and a more modest acquisition from revlon.
Unfortunately the revlon offering – which IS cheaper than eye-lure – was lacking one essential ingredient, which i only discovered AFTER i arrived. Yep: no glue.
Grrrr! Don’t they know that it is only obsessives – and definitely not the sort of girl who wears lashes – who manage to hold on to their little vials of glue? Totally gutted.
And then careless…putting one set of lashes back into a make-up bag without sealing the box.
And of course they promptly escaped. So sunday morn, i have one outrageous but lonely glitzy lash. Huh?
Where do they go? I am beginning to think there is a special category of objects – like biros and paper clips – that migrate to a fifth dimension when we are not looking. Lashes too!
Apart from the odd one that turns up, caterpillar-like, on my pillow the morning after the night before. That quite galvanised the boy for a brief moment, as he thought he had discovered a rare species of ultra-slim insect….the lashipede!
But no. Tis gone…so it is back to ordinary lashes for me.
Oh. Apart from the interesting pack of individual ones my hairdresser let me have as a freebie.
Perhaps when i’ve finished the blogging it will be tweezer time.