All gone by in a whirl …

Oh, it’s been a busy few weeks here in Baggins Bottom.

First of all we had the publication of Horror 101, an anthology of advice for writers. Hot on the heels of that news came the suggestion that it may become a paperback in the future too, it’s done so well already.

Also during that week I had to empty my house pretty sharpish as I had a tenant waiting to move in … and then I had another tenant snapping at the door … and then another … Many of the evenings were spent packing boxes and dismantling furniture. On Saturday the poet’s eldest came to help us move the furniture and that took out the entire day.

I also had several errands to run: to collect my will, because the solicitor it was with doesn’t do wills any more; to get a copy of my decree absolute from Rotherham County Court, because after packing down the house I couldn’t find my original; to tax my car; to get the flea treatments for all 3 pets for the next 3 months; to bank the first of the rent money; and to have the car washed.

On the Friday night the poet’s son joined us for a gig in Doncaster.

We were supposed to be going camping and had tested one tent only to find it was leaking. Very badly. So we went and got another, took the old tent down, and pitched the new tent to test that. It didn’t leak, but we didn’t go camping because, in the end, the poet wasn’t very well. Instead we spent the past few days rearranging what furniture of mine we’re keeping with what furniture of his we’re keeping so it all melds together nicely.

And it does. The house is lovely now. I’m surrounded by many of my own things, which are now our things, but we do have a garage of boxes to go through, and we still have the loft to empty at the other house.

We finally made it out for an afternoon yesterday, fishing. Well, the poet fished; I sat in the shade getting lots of fresh air and doing absolutely nothing.

Hopefully, the next weekend where we have neither gigs to attend nor visits booked in, we’ll try the camping again … at the moment that looks like the end of June …

Today, then, and yesterday evening, we both updated the gig list. I have an email to send to an author with responses to some of his questions. And I have a new non-fiction to start editing.

Here are some of our fishing photographs to keep you entertained:

Mute Swans. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Mute Swans. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Mute Swan. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Mute Swan. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Mute Swan nicking pellets. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Mute Swan nicking pellets. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
I had such a busy day ... (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
I had such a busy day … (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
But he did catch a few ... (Picture: Diane Parkin)
But he did catch a few … (Picture: Diane Parkin)

I forgot it was Easter …

… and I forgot it was a 4-day week last week, the second of 2 on the trot. We have a 5-day week this week, then it’s back to a 4-day week next week again, only my week will be a 2-day week.

So I promised more pictures by Wednesday, thinking it was Monday when I posted. But it was Tuesday and the rest of the week just ran away with me.

We spent a few hours in the garden and pitched a tent to see how weather-tight it was.

tent As it turned out, it wasn’t very weather-tight at all. So I took it down this morning, after doing the “dog-poo-patrol” (sorry …), and before hanging out some washing, and shoved most of it in the dustbin.

I’ve kept the tent pegs – you can never have too many tent pegs … Because we bought a new one at the weekend, another we can just chuck in the boot of the car when we feel like it and shoot off for a couple of nights.

My kind of camping. 🙂

We need to get that one pitched too so we know how to pitch it in case it’s dark when we get to wherever we’re going. But in the future we may get a bigger tent, possibly a trailer tent.

We’re hoping to go away this coming weekend, but I now have a tenant for the other house. Actually, I had 2 people fighting over it in the end, but I decided to go with someone I know because her mum lives next door (other side to Perve). And she’ll give me time to sort out the paperwork.

So we have a lot of packing to do and a removal man to arrange. By Saturday … Hopefully we can still be away by Saturday teatime.

I still have a lot of work to do – a very lot. Here’s a taster (list alert!):

  • electronic edits on non-fiction #1
  • author revisions on historical fiction
  • write weekly walks report
  • submit weekly walks report to 6 x local newspapers
  • manual edits on non-fiction #2
  • author & proofreader revisions on non-fiction #3
  • electronic edits on non-fiction #2
  • formal book proposal to write for (my own) non-fiction books 1, 2 and 3
  • sample chapter to write for (my own) non-fiction book 3
  • book optician appointment
  • attend optician appointment
  • house to empty
  • house to clean
  • tent to pitch/take down

And I only have 4 days … or 3½ now … so here are more of last week’s pictures:

Lambs. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Lambs. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
This is how overgrown the canal is. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
This is how overgrown the canal is. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Lord Rufus. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Lord Rufus. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
The restored lock. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
The restored lock. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
The swing bridge. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
The swing bridge. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Diane and Ian. (Picture: Diane Parkin - self portrait)
Diane and Ian. (Picture: Diane Parkin – self portrait)

Enjoy!