Pp, being a man with a keen appreciation of the things that are most important in my life, has bought me a late Christmas present of a pair of wellies!
They are Dunlop purofort wellies, which is the kind I had before, but these are the reinforced kind, so I hope will be a little more resistant to sharp tree-roots, sharp slates buried in mud, unexpected lumps of granite and etcs than my previous pair. Purofort is definitely worth paying for: these are both warmer than ordinary plastic wellies, and much more comfortable. I walked a couple of miles in them today and they were FINE.
The aftermath of a couple of miles walk in horrible mizzling rain:
Brythen did actually let me dry him off with a towel before this, which pleased me greatly. For many years Brythen had quite a fear of towels, but he seems to have got over it at last.
What else have I done this week? Oh yes, we had lunch with my mother yesterday and I am stupidly behind on work as is fairly usual for December / January and really need to get my act together. Despite this, and having resolved to work this weekend, I didn't.
Instead my Fëanor / War of Wrath story has mysteriously grown to over 56,000 words, which is by far the longest thing I've ever written (next closest being the Arthurian thing I was writing, which I think of as Arthur and the Volvo. That seems to have got stuck at 47000, though I am determined to finish it eventually, I really don't write fast enough to be able to face the prospect of abandoning 47,000 words without completing them!) I thought my Fëanor story had an ending, but I keep changing my mind about it and adding things. Plus, there is still quite a lot of War of Wrath to add to the middle. I've only got to FA 549, so there's a good 38 years of war left.
They are Dunlop purofort wellies, which is the kind I had before, but these are the reinforced kind, so I hope will be a little more resistant to sharp tree-roots, sharp slates buried in mud, unexpected lumps of granite and etcs than my previous pair. Purofort is definitely worth paying for: these are both warmer than ordinary plastic wellies, and much more comfortable. I walked a couple of miles in them today and they were FINE.
The aftermath of a couple of miles walk in horrible mizzling rain:
Brythen did actually let me dry him off with a towel before this, which pleased me greatly. For many years Brythen had quite a fear of towels, but he seems to have got over it at last.
What else have I done this week? Oh yes, we had lunch with my mother yesterday and I am stupidly behind on work as is fairly usual for December / January and really need to get my act together. Despite this, and having resolved to work this weekend, I didn't.
Instead my Fëanor / War of Wrath story has mysteriously grown to over 56,000 words, which is by far the longest thing I've ever written (next closest being the Arthurian thing I was writing, which I think of as Arthur and the Volvo. That seems to have got stuck at 47000, though I am determined to finish it eventually, I really don't write fast enough to be able to face the prospect of abandoning 47,000 words without completing them!) I thought my Fëanor story had an ending, but I keep changing my mind about it and adding things. Plus, there is still quite a lot of War of Wrath to add to the middle. I've only got to FA 549, so there's a good 38 years of war left.
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*my time, not Silmarillion time! Although obviously I have thought about other things in the intervening period, so it's not like it's 30 years non-stop.
I don't know if it will turn out readable or not (well, of course it will be readable to me, but I think I shan't be greatly offended if not many other people read it, because that seems very long).
I'm so glad to hear that Brythen has overcome his fear of towels. Now perhaps one of these days Max will overcome his impulse to fight all the dog towels and tear them into tiny facecloths...
Keegan (who is a very opinionated Little Black Cat) firmly believes that all rolled paper products must DIE. We've had to relocate the paper towels twice, and purchase a basket to hide the toilet paper in.
*whirlwind of spaniel & towels & fabric-tearing noises*
Hmm. I sense he needed no encouragement.
Brythen would consider that very brave behaviour, he used to flee in terror, now he restrains himself and just gives the towel a dubious look.