We had a very un-St George’s day meal. My hubby had meatballs in apricot jam that a friend of ours introduced him to (Thank you , Liz), garlic bread, pizza and salad. But we shall make up for it on Sunday with a pub lunch in Dorchester-on-Thames followed by the St George’s Day parade ending at beautiful Dorchester Abbey – the kids are in scouts and have to attend otherwise, of course, we’d be lazing about on the village green watching the cricket.
The new owners have painted our local pub (the Red Lion) a creamy yellow. It had always been pink – very unusual, I know, but that was part of its charm. I started to get annoyed about the colour change, being the possesive, controlling person that I am, and then realised, once my 11 year old started moaning about it, that it was a ridiculous thing to get upset about. The yellow is actually very pretty and more in keeping with the rest of the village. But a little part of me will always look at it as though it were a changeling.
Yesterday I managed to edit, ruthlessly too, the first 22 pages of my first novel. I rewrote whole paragraphs, changed around words (words around), added in lines where I had holes in the plot, changed case, punctuation, grammar, tense…the whole bit. 22 pages – I spent nearly two hours on 22 pages! It’ll take me a month at least to finish editing it! Okay, Okay – I admit that after the 22nd page I got so caught up in the story I just started to read it again! It may take me longer than a month….