It's been a week of meetings and things going astray from a hand on the alarm clock disintegrating to my husband loosing his gloves somewhere in Shropshire, a six-inch crack developing on my windshield, a chunk of the tv aerial falling off and so on.
Yesterday (Saturday) I was helping at an event at the local museum. I got to watch John Lord, flint-knapper, making a hand axe out of a chunk of grey flint.
A visit to the local theatre to see four short plays by Chekov. I didn't know he'd written any comedies - they were done well and it was an entertaining evening.
Writing has suffered because of all the coming and going. I finished doing some beta-reading which I enjoyed tremendously - the first I've ever done.
Also going through Lesson 1 of HTWAS to see if I need to make any changes to Mystery in Morocco if it is to be the first of a mystery series.
It's time I was getting back to Mystery in Morocco. It seems that I work on it for a while, then need a break. It consoles me that Colin Dexter (of Inspector Morse fame) took three years to write the first of that series...