Nnnnnnnnng
. . . Which is actually one of your vocal-exercise noises–to help position your voice in your ‘mask’ ie all your nice echoy head sinuses–but in this case has to do with someone noticing that it seems to be past one o’clock in the morning and she’s sure she only got back from bell ringing about half an hour ago. How time flies when you have your head down over your unfinished novel which is due in about three weeks.*
Hellhounds wondering how to get any action in this house. You know here is this perfectly good toy. . . . **
Despair. The hellgoddess is not listening.***
You blog people however are luckier because B twin sent a PUPDATE today.
And now, having totally trashed my brain on PEGASUS, I am going to read some proofs.
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*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH.
** It’s not a perfectly good toy, it’s a horrible old shredded thing that all three of us can’t get on at once (ouch! Ouch!). Their other favourite toy is half a tennis ball. Sigh.
*** Listen, guys, I was walking you at 2 a.m. yesterday morning because I felt bad about your having missed your second hurtle because of the rain. Don’t give me this despair thing.
I rather enjoyed 2 a.m. There is no one else around. Well, except the hedgehogs. (No, no! It’s a hedgehog! Leave it aloooooone! Some things don’t change. Even at 2 a.m.)
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