I slept through a Tesco delivery this morning. I'm not sure how I managed it. It was a whisker early, just before 9am, and DH was an absolute saint and brought it all in, stowed the frozen and chilled and let me sleep. I feel dreadful about it.
I only wanted the delivery because I'm not good about going out at the moment. You can find me by tracking the tissues that I seem to be shedding all over the house. I'm on my fourth box at the moment. I needed a few bits and I took advantage of some coupons - not as good as Bless, though. I managed to take the bill from £53.17 to £48.56. It was stuff that I wanted/needed so I'm not too stressed about getting extra.
I haven't been productive today. The only instance of productivity is checking in on a publishing house. There was a call for submissions and the formatting is quite strict - and in inches. My set up is in metric. I checked to see if they'd accept my 'near as I could manage it' formatting and they were really sweet getting back to me. Even if they don't accept my yet-to-be written story, I'll probably still buy that issue and recommend it here. They were lovely. Publishers aren't always lovely to writers that they don't know so when I get a kind response, it makes a difference. It's not much of a silver lining on a day when I've been spectacularly ineffective.
As I haven't taken a pic, I had a rummage.
It took this back in 2021, when I could walk so much better. It made me think of all sorts of stories. I need to get back to that.
I'm determined to do more tomorrow.
Hugs and good health to all.
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