Calling time.

Umm, not many words to go. In fact, time for me to strip naked and do a dance in the rain – I’m done! I reached fifty thousand words this morning, I’m just putting off updating the word count (and anyway, it isn’t raining!)

And it might not take the extra fifteen thousand words I predicted to finish the story, because as I’ve said before, the characters tend do their own thing and are bringing it to a finale sooner than I expected (it's better too ;o)).

I’m gutted. And I know I should be happy, but this is what I’m like! I feel like a child who’s having its favourite toy ripped away. The adult in me knows I can carry on and I don’t need some stupid challenge to do it, but I DO, I DO!

Plus the BH reads this bl*g and knows my time is nearly over. At lunchtime he asked if there’s any chance we might get some curtains for Christmas. Umm, well, I suppose if I’m being forced to turn into *me* again, I should pull my finger out and make the house look like a home.

Other highlights from my day include: J arriving at school this morning, and going to place her bag in the correct queue. She takes a detailed look at the mass of bags, turns to me and with hands on hips says, “Does this look like a line to you?” Heaven help me, what have I created?

And being manically waved at, by my ‘friend’s’ partner. Seeing as I let him out at a junction, it doesn’t seem unusual that he might raise a hand in gratitude, but he went way over the top and looked like a demented toddler trying to get my attention with a big grin on his face. Huh? I’m confused! She’s spent the last three months avoiding me at all costs, and yet he’s overjoyed to see me. I don’t get it, and I’m not going to bother trying to figure it out. But I’m thinking he doesn’t know she still owes me money. That’s if he knew in the first place. And this is actually odder than I cared to mention before, because what I didn’t tell you was, he’s an ex of mine. Luckily a very short lived ex, but nevertheless we were never overjoyed to see each other and had one of those awkward ‘Hi, how are you [now please let one of us be swallowed, screaming into a bottomless pit]’ greetings. Oops, said I wasn’t going to try and figure it out! Well, I still haven't.