You know you’re busy when your partner has to ask you three times if you want a glass of wine and you just. haven’t. heard.
That’s what it’s been like in the Blue House on the Hill these last few weeks. Sure, there’s a lot of the usual crap going down that anybody you ask will also be bogged in up to the oxters (Oxters. Lovely word. Needs a revival) but I’ve been running around like a headless chook with writing things. Which is a lot better than day job things, and administrivia (although one of these days I really must finish my tax return before the Australian Tax Office comes a-knocking).
