I have called my blog 'Blog Title Fail' for the simple reason I failed to come up with a title for tonight's blog but I wanted to write a blog and wasn't going to let a moment of writer's block get in my way.
How ironic is that? In the last 19 days I have written 33,000 words (oh yes! Count 'em!) for NaNoWriMo where the ideas - good, bad and downright naff - have been tumbling out like tumblesome stuff in Tumble Town, yet a simple thing like a blog title fails me.
And I don't really have that much to say either. Except for the NaNo stuff, because I am very excited about the progress 'Night Owls' is making with relatively little pain, angst or swearing. And that at least two lovely blog peeps are reading along - thank you Deanna and Diana! Your support is so valuable and so cheering!
Other news - Camilla has settled in well and went for a neighbourhood cat the other day who dared stroll across her territory. Primrose is still moulting - she seems to have an endless supply of feathers but is remarkably chipper despite her rampant shedding.
I have a teeny tiny cold that is sometimes a cold and sometimes not a cold and I wish it would make up its mind because it is really annoying being marginally sniffy one minute and fine and dandy the next.
We are all woodburner logged up to our eyeballs for the winter after the log delivery on Monday. They are also logs that are the right size to fit in the burner unlike a lot of the logs we had last year which were the size of fat spaniels and required a lot of leverage with the poker to get them anywhere close to fitting inside the woodburner.
And I can report that RIGHT NOW, Lord Malarkey and I are sitting next to the lovely warm fire sipping lovely warm hot chocolate and it is very, very lovely given how chilly it is outside.
The sweet peas are doing very nicely in the greenhouse. The pots out the front of the house are actually all full of flowers, as are the hanging baskets. Lots of violas which I think have very pretty faces. Most cheerful! And looking at the front garden I think we are going to have a fine display of foxgloves come Spring time.
And talking of flowers, Heather has had two requests to do wedding flowers! I think this is very exciting! Continuing on, Phoebe is still well although showing her age, Tybalt is well although showing his tummy and Flora Bijou Mybug is well and showing how a small cat can become an enormous cat merely by growing copious amounts of winter fur. She looks marginally ridiculous but she'll have the last laugh when the next Ice Age arrives.
And now, because I am aware that I am rambling, I shall say 'Good Night!' and go for a read of a book.
33,000 words! Hurrah!!!