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(at Dad’s 11.30) Made porridge oats today for breakfast which was delicious. We both have mildly raised cholesterol, the difference being that Dad’s doctor didn’t scare him to death with it—simply said, “you have a higher risk of stroke in the next ten years.” (he’s 82) and they both laughed like drains. *rolls eyes* So we’ll have porridge every day as well as granary toast and Flora. Won’t do us any harm, anyway.

I’m about to get stuck into day two of developmental edits on Muffled Drum. Right this minute it seems hugely daunting—a bit like climbing a frozen waterfall or something, but I know I’m just being a Diva. *smites self as no-one else will *

Finally I have—by making sure that Dad always has a bag of bird food in the house (and a post it note saying FEED THE BIRDS) got him to fill the bird table up every day. Hurrah!

Watched Despicable Me – which I really enjoyed although I thought I wasn’t going to. Rather a sweet concept, good characters—and a smaltzy ending that softened even this uber-villainesses’ heart.

No more news. Oh the glamour of writing and Caring.

Talking of glamour - male/male rhumba on strictly! Yayness!

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