Just 'Desserts'

It's hard to get any writing done when it's school holidays.  My kids are driving me mad.  I'm going to Heaven when I die, because I did my time in Hell today: taking them to the supermarket two days before Christmas.  I have to do a couple of hours' paid work in the morning, and they will be at the local day care centre.  I'll leave them there for a few hours, number one because they really like it, and number two: I'll do some writing.  I'll also prepare the dessert I'm planning for Christmas lunch.  I've made a biscuit base and I'm going to mix some vanilla icecream, cherries, cream cheese, crushed biscuits and frangelico for the top, put it on, then freeze it.  I'm drooling at the thought.  And after the horrendous time I had at the supermarket, am seriously tempted to guzzle the miniature of frangelico that I purchased today.  One good thing: at the supermarket, someone called out, 'Is that the famous author?'  I don't know about famous, but I'm working on it.  Having been scolding and threatening my kids, it was a good cheer-me-up.

Along with catching up on some neglected work on my third novel, I might just kick back and finish reading the book I'm reading for Book Club: 'Wolf Hall' - it's Cromwell's point of view about the times of Henry VIII.  I'm quite liking it.  Or I might just finish watching 'Cool Hand Luke', and then watch 'Class of Nuke 'Em High 2'.  After all, we must balance out classic cinema with hokey schlock.  I think I might also order 'Re-Animator', but some real schlock-horror!  If you haven't seen it, then let's just say there's a real twist on 'giving head'.  If you have seen it, or probably cringing and laughing as you remember the scene to which I refer.

Well, I'll bid you adieu for the time being.