My fat year: busy week

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At Tetney Lock (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)

Phew, what a busy week I had last week. A new book published on Tuesday, then 2 more paperbacks sent off for print. And in between I was trying to do some editing.

The diet is going in the right direction again. I’ve lost another couple of pounds, but the poet has lost an impressive 10lb so far.

But I wanted to share this picture he took (on self-timer) on our walk yesterday because, well, the double chin is smoothing out a bit, looking at this.

There’s another picture he took where I do look trimmer, but I’ll share that later this week. And we’re both finding our mobility is much better.

We’re sticking at roughly 4-mile walks at the moment because up until yesterday’s, my left hip was still struggling a little towards the end. Yesterday, it didn’t hurt at all. So I’d like to do at least one more 4-mile(ish) walk just to make sure it’s not a one-off.

Then we’re moving up to 5-mile walks (ish).

Food-wise, we’re sticking to 3 meals a day, plus a piece of fruit mid-morning, a yoghurt for me and a pot of rice for him for pudding at dinner time (lunch time), another piece of fruit mid-afternoon, and a normal pudding with tea.

We’re cutting down on sugar intake but we’ve started to increase fat again. And most puddings we’re making ourselves – a fruit crumble or a lemon/lime meringue pie, or reduced sugar muffins, etc.

Then we’re not eating of an evening.

It’s definitely working for him, I hope it’s working for me too.

Happy bunny this week. 🙂

Sunday 13 July 2014 – Sedbergh to Bowness

First thing this morning I caught up on 3 days’ worth of Camp NaNo. I started the blog travel journal for our holiday and decided to add everything else written this month. I’ve been doing a lot of editing and proofreading work, which hasn’t left a lot of time or energy for anything else, so as there haven’t been that many other things (mostly due to the editing work), I’m adding them to Camp NaNo. I caught up with 2 days by doing that, and more than 2,000 words.

We had a disturbed night. it was very warm. We were worried about the cats and the poet managed to come down with tonsillitis. We’d bought the cats a new hooded litter tray but as they’d not used it at home yet we didn’t think they’d find it in a strange place. So, for now, I’ve taken the hood off and am delighted to say that both cats did actually find it during the night. I was up at 5am, though, to check.

The dog was a bit barky, but stayed in his basket most of the night. He only jumped on the bed twice, and jumped down again straight away. The cottage owners don’t like animals on the beds, so we like to keep him to his basket. We also brought pet blankets with us to protect the furniture.

It was warm despite the rain because the wood burner stove feeds the central heating as well as the hot water.

And what we thought was initially a sore throat woke the poet several times during the night with a raging fever. When I had a look, one of his tonsils had a septic blob on it and the other was quite swollen. Still, he said if he was going to be poorly anywhere he’d rather be poorly here.

He’s not too bad, however. We both managed a 3-course breakfast (cereal, toast and fruit) before going for a drive. They’d forecast showers too, so we decided to stock up on provisions.

The first place we went to was Sedbergh, just over the border in Cumbria. My blog buddy Diane had mentioned that Sedbergh might be a book town. Well, it isn’t quite Hay on Wye, but there were a few book shops. We bought a new 2015 road atlas for £4.99, reduced from £10.99, and an ice cream each. My old atlas was dated 2004 and I’ve been nagging for a new one for ages, and here it is.

Then we went to the Spar to get a few groceries and some throat lozenges, and then we drove through Kendal to Windermere. We parked up at Windermere but halfway down the hill to the lake we decided to go back for the car, not because we’re idle, but because the parking was only for one hour and we were going to be longer than an hour.

So we went back to the car and drove into Bowness where we dropped on lucky with the car park, and we walked down to the lake via a hat shop up hill first. We both have sun hats, but with the panic over Holly, we forgot to put them in. So we bought a new hat each in Bowness and ate prawn sandwiches and carrot cake on the lawn overlooking the lake. Rufus had a great time rolling in the grass before eventually joining us reclining on the lawn.

When the grass felt too damp we headed back to the car and then back to the cottage for tea – and rest for the poet who was starting to wilt. He rallied, though, built the fire and made us some savoury mince, which we had with basamati rice. Then we settled down in front of the World Cup final before tuning in to another film.

We took quite a few pictures today, in Sedbergh, in Windermere and in Bowness. And, of course, of our new hats.

Sedbergh. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Sedbergh. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Rufus and Ian locked up. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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A bustling Bowness. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Modelling my new hat, in Bowness. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
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Road train, Bowness. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Modelling his new hat, in Bowness. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Our view from our picnic, in Bowness. (Picture: Diane Parkin)

Enjoy!

Yet more busyness

I’ve had some work come in this week, and I have older work awaiting revision review. So yesterday I sat back to consolidate, print out and organise the workload.

And my current editing WiP consists of 7 books altogether.

  • 1 new short edit
  • electronic edits on existing non-fiction #1
  • layout checks on historical fiction
  • 2 new non-fictions to edit
  • and 2 non-fictions to collate author/proofreader revisions

And that’s just the editing.

Yesterday I used more than a ream of paper printing it all out, and the best part of a printer cartridge – I never proclaim to have a paper-free office. It’s the work I do, and the clue’s in the editing books part. They consist of paper.

The new short edit is one I pitched for and won on Wednesday. I also fired off an unsolicited application to that ebook publisher and they replied last night that they’d be in touch in a couple of weeks. This is better than a thanks-but-no-thanks at this stage so I remain optimistic.

This morning already I’ve done the short edit and sent it back to the client, and I’ve done the fiction layout and sent comments back to the client. I’m currently in the midst of those electronic edits but I’ve cleared more than 300 pages today.

I’d like to finish the current electronic edits by the end of today and then be ready to start one of the new edits. If I can do that, I have 3 invoices to raise.

I don’t know what we’re doing tonight but we could do with going shopping. It’s a fishing day tomorrow and I haven’t decided what to do. I can’t go to a write-in as the dog will be too long on his own. So I may work, I may bake, I may read, I may take the dog for a big walk, or I may go to the pictures. Or, I may do diddley squat.

On Sunday we’re visiting both lots of parents while also hoping to get back in good time for an annual fund-raising outdoor festival.

So I’d best crack on.

What are you up to this weekend? Whatever it is, have a goodun.

The weekend that never was

I had such good intentions to crack on with some work, and we had a weekend of activity planned as well. And then I caught the lurgy off the poet and, as ever, the best laid plans …

We’d already cancelled our camping trip because he was poorly last weekend, but by Wednesday he’d rallied enough to go fishing, and get ready for work the next day (we were on holiday from work). Then on Wednesday evening I started to get a bit of a throat …

Friday and Saturday were my worst days. On Friday I didn’t even get dressed, and that’s very unlike me. I usually make the weekday morning cuppa too, but on Friday I had one brought to me and was told very firmly to stay in bed. So I did. Saturday evening he had a gig to do, and that knocked him back a bit too. So Sunday’s trip to Birmingham was grudgingly cancelled, so that we didn’t share our germs and to give us chance to recharge.

Today we’re both feeling quite a lot better, though we’re both still very full of cold.

I have the diary to update (hurrah!), the walks report to write and submit, a new non-fiction to start editing, and proofreader/author reviews to do for a previous one.

And I also have books to put back onto shelves as the poet did manage to hang bookshelves for me and fetch the bookcase in from the garage.

So, while I do that, here are a few more fishing photos for your enjoyment:

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Greylag geese and goslings. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Mallards. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Canada geese. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Mallard and ducklings. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Greylag geese. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Angler fishing. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
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Mirror carp. (Picture: Diane Parkin)