Or perhaps he’s about to act on his annoyance and become a terrorist?
Who knows?
Obviously not me.
Anyway, I was writing … then I thought I’d just have a quick glance over my backwards chapter outlines. Which if you know me, you know they’re really not outlines at all but things I think are important and I should keep in mind. Like, someone’s eye colour or their political leaning. (They do partially create a synopsis at the end the writing process though.)

I got to chapter 12 and didn’t like the reason why NZ took over surveillance of a visitor to our country. Then I remembered a bunch of things that had happened in the world recently. (In the last five years, in case you wonder what I think is recent. But also, the 80’s weren’t that long ago so it could be any time frame – or outright fiction. Who can say?)
And that was where I found the reason this particular person has come to the attention of various agencies. Not only is this person anti-royalist but he’s also got some strong feelings about the unification of Ireland and he was pretty pissed off with the whole Brexit thing. So, I’m starting to get why he’s here and what he’s doing while he’s here. He’s sneaky devil.
I don’t have to like it or agree with his beliefs or his behaviour.
That’s not my job. My job is to tell the story. Him and his thoughts and plans are his problem … and soon to be Ronnie’s problem because that is the way this all works.

I did discover something that amused the bejesus out of me while I was writing a particular chapter and it was about Nana.
Nana is not above a bit of violence.
Yep, you read that right.
And she swore! (She said arsehole.)
The world has clearly tipped off its axis. [Echo Mike Papa] is entertaining me. 🙂

For those that are playing along … I have two weeks left of splinting my finger and then it should be free to behave properly not like the fecking shite it has been. Cortisone yesterday was really good. Been mostly pain free since – apart of aggravating it at lunchtime, and needing ice. Shush, it’s fine.
McWristy is a bit dicey but that’s not new (going back to see the surgeon), and my jaw jumped on the band wagon. Bodies can be arseholes, they really can.

I did start to mow the lawns this afternoon and Doris very quickly took over. She wasn’t impressed that I’d started the lawnmower. Anywho, she did all the lawns and they look awesome. Job done. Happy Mum.

I got some offensive numbers for Superman’s birthday cake while I was out today. I thought if seeing the 90 is too much for him, we could just pull the numbers out and it’s fine. Better than icing them onto the cake. Play that one by ear. He knows he’s 89 so he knows how old he’ll be on Dec 7th but also he can’t make new memories so he’ll always be 89. 🙂

Christmas story anyone?
Go on!