I get up to write and press on with the carousel story. After three mornings (and a bit of sneaky editing last night) it really feels like this opening scene is coming together properly. And I’ve even managed to shave a few hundred words off.

Rach is taking a day off to study today, so offers to drop the kids at school. However the morning routine (get Elderbeast out of bed, make breakfasts, get clothes ready, finished packing lunches, get myself dressed, etc) takes so long that I only get to work about 15 minutes earlier than usual.

After a long day at work trying to diagnose particularly enigmatic problems I come home and find the Elderbeast has his friend over. On his own, the Elderbeast can be loud, but when paired with his friend it’s like having a chorus of hammer drills assaulting your ears. It doesn’t take long before the stress makes me cranky.

After that it’s just a matter of making the dinner, emptying the dishwasher, filling the dishwasher, making the lunches, then realising the kids don’t need lunch tomorrow, then getting the kids to bed, then cleaning the cat trays, then showering, and then quietly dying in the corner …