This has been my view for the last 48 hours. I have been doing a bit for the museum which must be in tomorrow, and it is not nearly finished. My eyes are looking at one another, my mind does not know where it is and I did not catch up on other things till long past the time they had gone. I am not used to this work lark these days.
Writing things, when they have to be accurate and right, is not easy as it means going back over it time and again, fixing the mistakes, wondering where bits have gone to and asking why a paragraph is twice repeated in different places! This is just the revised draft, and two thirds have still to see a preliminary scribble.
Here I had no interruptions, except when going back and forward to remove that red line that claims I canny spell. That takes a lot of time I can tell you. I would like the machine to auto correct misspelt words (Yankees don't like the word 'spelt' either) but this means I would have to go over every word and take out the things the machine puts in wrongly.
So tomorrow she will scratch my eyes out and grumble "This is not what I wanted," before reaching for the whip. Not much change from normal for her then...
He thought it funny to sit there and laugh while I attempted to print some pages off. Not only did it fail as the black ink had run off. This required the removal of a thousand items to open the printer so as to insert the new one, which luckily was in the drawer. This complicated operation, once every thing had been returned almost to its place, went wrong as all the pages printed off instead of just the seven I wanted. I may need a new cartridge soon! I think that bird may be a Kookaburra and not a Starling judging by the way he laughed at me.
I shot him!