Not much writing going on in the Barbed Words house. My week can pretty much be summed up as:
Packing. Work. Packing. Coffee. Packing. Packing. Coffee. Taking child to doctors. Tea. Iced Bun. Chemists. Going to charity shop. Gardening. Gin and tonic. Pasta. Packing. Coffee. Packing. Charity shop. eBay. Tea. Gardening. Pizza. Top Gear. Top Gun. Driving 200 miles to drop off some crap valued possessions. Wine. Packing.
Repeat a few more times and that’s about it. What a marvellous week.
Yet again, the only bit of writing I managed was the Six Word Story Challenge. The prompt word was Dark. Lots of stories about scary places, coffins and death. My entry:
Bugger. The bloody bulb’s gone again.
Keeping it real, man.
Last conversation at school before I headed off for the joy that is the half-term break:
‘Miss, I’ve squashed my banana.’
‘That’s a shame, Harry.’
‘Not my banana, Miss, an actual edible one.’
‘Well, thank you for clarifying that…’
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