Saturday, 5 November 2011

The glamour never stops

I just had a thought, as the toilet brush fell off its handle (not for the first time), requiring a reach-in ... forget the Kardashians, let's have a reality show following the glamorous lives of writers.

Later I'll be hoovering.

I just asked other writer friends what the day holds for them. Answers included:

Defleaing the dog.
Hanging out the washing.
Sleeping (from friend whose husband has taken month old baby out for the day).
Waiting for delivery.
Changing nappies.
Making soup.

Next time a chick lit critic laments our easy lives of riches, quaffing champagne and scoffing bonbons, I'm sending him that list.

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