Oh to be a child again…

What lucky schoolchildren to be able to present their projects to a science conference and, possibly, Tim Peake.  How different my life would have been had I had such opportunities.  Our careers advice was to visit the local job centre!  And as for Tim operating a prototype Mars rover from the ISS, well, I am beside myself with excitement.

Never mind, today is Friday and off to the young observers’ group after a busy day at work.   Today the Police Commissioner is holding fort in one of the rooms while the Society for the Blind are having a handbell ringing concert…

 

 

Publisher

I have read the Letter to a Spaceman penned by astronaut Tim Peake and drafted a letter to Puffin and European Space Agency in the hope they may be able to guide me to an agent to handle my books.  It is so frustrating as I know there is a market for my little stories.

…..and back to work.

For auld lang syne.  A friend has gone; we’ve said our goodbyes.  Spring is here, the future lies waiting.  Bright pink blooms the camelia.  Bulbs are planted, seeds are scattered.  Great Tits are busy, on eggs they must be sitting…now we must wait and leave them in peace and pick up our pens our books to finish…

 

 

 

Distractions…

My phone is set to beep at hourly intervals to remind me to concentrate on the days I am writing…but the Great Tits are busy making a nest in our nest box.  They are so busy!  It is fascinating to hear them, yes hear them, pecking away inside the box doing some unseen diy and peeling away strips of wood just below the hole.