A New Chapter July 20, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Domestic Doings, Journal , 16 commentsWell, that’s it. As from next Wednesday, I will officially be non-working. Aaaarrrghhh!! My diet as a poverty-stricken writer will consist largely of fluff, Marmite and the odd snifter of sweet sherry. Other than that, I have only one major concern: What if I have to fill in a form asking my occupation? Or if someone asks me ‘what do you do?’
I can’t very well go round telling people I’m a writer; it doesn’t seem right. It’s not what people like me do. Maybe, if I were a braver me, I would just say it. Maybe, by saying it, I would become it. Perhaps I will avoid talking to people and filling in forms until I’ve got the hang of it.
Lovely bf is, as you can imagine, devastated that I will no longer be able to regale him with daily tales of the Retail Hell car park machine and the gormless goings-on of the users thereof.
And for you, dear reader, I will have only snippets of my domestic doings to jollify you in between accounts of what a rubbish writer I might be. Ah, why wait? I hear you cry. Oh, ok then…
There’s a mouse in my garage. A dead mouse, to be precise. I don’t know what it died of - performing little rodent autopsies is NOT what I will be doing as a sort-of writer. (Hmmm, ’sort-of writer’. That could work.) But, if there’s a dead mouse, it is likely that there are rather more lively ones in residence too. Gulp.
Me: ‘Number 1 Son, please come and stand in the rain and hold the garage door open while I put this washing into the tumble drier.’
Number 1 Son: ‘Can’t you just use the hook to hook it open? It’s raining!’
Me: ‘No, because if a mouse runs up my pyjama bottoms and I faint, you will have to save me.’
Note to self: During time as a non-working sort-of writer, be sure to wear elastic bands around the bottom of jim-jams to guard against miscellaneous mouse antics.
