Tardy blogger

I have an excuse for not blogging last week,namely things medical, namely a cold and now a hacking cough which woke me every hour last night.Ugh!!! I am now on my 3rd round of antibiotics with a 4th to follow. At least they dry up my dripping nose but I'm scheduled for a sinus wash out. Mind you since I heard about the post op care, (I'll spare you the gory details) I'm really hoping the drugs will do the trick and I can cancel.

My stint at 2 RPH yesterday afternoon was so so. I had to run out of the studio part way through the afternoon to cough. Enough of that.

I'm going to a fun evening tonight, my friend Yvonne's book launch, 'A brush with Mondrian.' It's lovely to share my writing buddies' successes. Another one, Teri has won a place, one of five, at a mentor-ship for romance writers. Not my genre but there's always a demand for romance novels.

Meanwhile I've finished my first novel... for the second time, or it may be the third, I'm losing count. It's a few thousand words short of what's acceptable so I've got to fix that. Fortunately on the way home from the radio station I heard a progam on the radio which gave me an idea to do just that.

Also I wrote a short story while killing time before going to 2RPH yesterday. Will submit to a writing competition, word limit 750 words.

The exchange rate is looking good for my forthcoming o/s trip later this year. Well may the upward trend continue.

Saw the kiddy-winks at the weekend. Mathew looked so cute in his football outfit, a Portuguese club naturally, courtesy of his big sister. Naturally we played ball in the garden, not football but batting a beach ball with a tennis racquet. The kid blamed me for ALL his misses. I pointed out that they were not all my fault, sometimes he just missed them. Then he started saying they were 'a accident grandma.' It so reminded me of my kids when something went wrong, they said exactly the same thing. Kids cotton on fast don't they? Annika swanned around in her tutu.

The annual portrait painting competition is on again. It seems to come around so fast. It's called the Archibald, and I try to see the exhibits every year and vote in the people's choice competition. It opens to the public next week.

I'm going to aqua aerobics today, brush the cobwebs away. Hopefully I'll have time for a nap before facing rush hour traffic going to the North side for the book launch tonight.