Jack Spratt and his wife

We had a bit of a drama this morning. Yesterday Husband’d been out shopping with a colleague at one of the computer malls, Panthip Plaza – affectionately called Pants-tip by me. It’s a mad place, full of touts and vendors, offering ‘sexy movies’ and hooky computer software.

But this morning Husband couldn’t find his bank card. Eek.

Julia was asleep in the spare room which is where he’d unpacked the various goodies. So having checked the contents of his pockets, wallet etc he had to go off to work without checking the obvious place that it would be. I’d got his bank book, work permit and passport out of the safe so that he could go and fill in, in triplicate, the paperwork to declare it missing. Once he got to work he could check online if his bank account had been emptied. Then this, which precisely illustrates our differing personalities, was our MSN conversation:

Jenny says:
  Have you been to the bank?
Husband says:
  Not open yet,
  B [secretary] is on the phone now
  I am just gonna check the acc
  I’ll let you know if it has been used
Jenny says:
  Ok
[Some time passes]
Jenny says:
  Bea? [what I call him]
Husband says:
  Yes?
Jenny says:
  Have you logged on to the account yet?
Husband says:
  Yes
Jenny says:
  And?
Husband says:
  All ok
  Not been used
Jenny says:
  Thank god.
Husband says:
  My 2 withdrawals yesterday
  and my purchase
Jenny says:
  If it's not in Julia’s room, will you get a new card anyway?
Husband says:
  Have to
  It’s cancelled now
Jenny says:
  Oh good. Panic over then?
Husband says:
  Who was panicking?
Jenny says:
  I was
  Obviously
  I panic for both of us!
Husband says:
  There was just a logical sequence of actions…
Jenny says:
  Yes, you undertake the logical sequence of actions and I panic.

*Sigh*  Anyone got any tips for changing behaviour?

Words

I’ve lost 750 words. Not because I haven’t been backing up – though I haven’t. They are on my computer somewhere but I’ve forgotten what I called them.

That’s the problem with starting your book again, again, again. You I keep making new versions, called ‘start’ or ‘opening’ or maybe ‘ChapterOne.’ And I keep making new folders as well to contain the new documents. So I’ve got folders called ‘MyBook,’ ‘2008Book’ and ‘SkyrosBook’ and inside them are a variety of false starts with unoriginal titles.

If you look at my sidebar with a magnifying glass, you will almost see the orange (barely) one pixel wide of the missing 750 words. I know that isn’t too many words to be worrying about – there could’ve been two more noughts on the end but they were my words and when it’s pretty much all I’ve done, it’s a bit of a bummer. They weren’t the opening paragraph; they were a few pages in because I couldn’t think how to start it.

And then, just the other night, lying in bed, there in my head were my two opening lines. So now, I quite like to find the 750 that go somewhere after it.