Happy Monday! (Well it’s not Tuesday is it!) On Saturday I woke up at 6am to a small child talking at me and I really wasn’t feeling the love. Then Mr Aimee refused to get up and get me a sausage and egg McMuffin (SELFISH) so I felt the love even less.
If I said that this week hadn’t gone to plan that would be a lie. NO I didn’t hit word-count target (I was 1,164 words out coming in at 3,836), but that’s not the weeks fault. That’s procrastination’s fault. I’ve not knuckled down as much as I should have. In fact, after having feedback on …
Ok, you know how I love the summer and moan about the Autumn and Winter? Well I have a little bit of a confession to make…
