I’ve woken up with a clear head this morning. I only had a glass of wine and was back in my room by 10.30 or so… Sad, eh? A hotel is a weird place to spend NYE because you get the feeling that ‘fun is compulsory’ and that makes me feel less sociable than ever. Our NYEs back home have always been spent with our best friends – The Archivist and the High Priestess of Punk-chew-ation so I’m always a bit sad when we aren’t together.
Now it’s time to pack up as we’re catching the night train to Bangkok tonight. We’ve had a lovely holiday but I’m ready to go home. I’m tired of salty clothes and not having the book I want right by side… I’ve still got two thousand words to do for my mentor (due 9 Jan) so I need normal again.
I’m really excited about this writing year. The mentoring with TLC has given me much needed feedback. The constructive criticism is essential for picking up faults that that I haven’t noticed I have. The praise is wonderful because prior to this I didn’t know if I was doing anything right. (I am doing things right, though, and I appear to write dialogue very well – how about that, eh?) The continued support from the Novel Racers has been fantastic – though I reckon the wider writing community we’re all part of is wonderful too. Real friends: that’s what I’m making here.
On a personal note: what will this year bring for us? Hhhmmm. Well, I don’t know. Husband doesn’t know. Do his employers? We don’t want to be greedy, but we would just like to keep Husband’s job please. We realise the world is financially fragile, but we’d like to get Son through GCSEs before we have to move: he’ll be half way through in July 09 so really, please can we ask for one more year in Bangkok at least? Then, if you want, we’ll consider moving.
Pants Update
Sweet housekeeping lady eventually reappeared to return the second batch of laundry. I got quite excited about the prospect of returned pants and asked her if they were in the package…
“Oh… just a minute.” Yep; you guessed it. I never saw her again.
Several hours later that afternoon, a mysterious Thai man I’d never seen before turned up with a package for us: two pairs of pants. I uhhmed and I ahhed; I opened the package and made close investigative examinations…
YES, yes: they were Husband’s pants. Hurrah: we’ve all been reunited.
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Ahhhh....but the big question is.....had he been wearing husbands pants??
I'll keep my fingers crossed that you and yours get everything your hoping for this year.
I'm going to miss you *sigh*
C x
Eeeeewgh. I don't think so. They were clean. Husband was very happy to have a surfeit of pants ... I think he might even be wearing several pairs today!
I'm trying not to think about it. I'm sorry to be so in denial but I can't see any other way of coping...
Safe journey home, JJ.
Hmmmm. Now, I'm thinking that, when you wear two pairs of socks, you feel all bouncy. So... if Husband is wearing two pairs of pants...?
I do think this may be worthy of some sort of scientific experimentation by a man with a beard, wearing beige slacks.
May your year bring you all that you hope for, along with just a little bit of nonsense for god measure.
X
Happy New Year JJ. Have a good journey back, stay safe.
x
Happy New Year - and so relieved to hear about the pants!
Here's to a great new year! I have my fingers crossed that you can stay there as long as you want.
Glad to hear that husband has now been reunited with his pants.
All the best for 2009, I hope you get all that you wish for. x
I can sleep easy tonight now that I know the pants are safe and sound! lol!
Happy New Year! Hope 2009 is a good one for you!
Happy New Year!
Hope 2009 brings you lots of good things and you get to stay another year.
Cheers guys.
Could have sworn I commented here yesterday... sigh...
Happy New Year to you too. And thanks for keeping us up to date with the mentoring progress, it's really useful.
Hurrah! The return of the prodigal pants!
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