Home James, and don't spare the horses...

I have thought of (I think) a really good concept for a novel finally and I might look at starting to write a few chapters. It would help if I could get my laptop (well, not mine exactly - Tara's) into action but Medieval Girl has it and let's face it - giving birth in just three weeks might be priority right now.

It's a concept I need to discuss with people close to me first since it'll effect them most of all (not my side of the family though), and maybe even open a whole can of worms, but if I wrote it in a certain way I could claim it was pure fiction and pretend I'm all innocent and don't know what all the fuss is about. (I've discussed it with Wondy Mum who thinks it could be a good idea for a book).

Bless her she was also encouraging about writing erotic fiction for Shocking Fish but said "Do be careful not to be typecast" - chance would be a fine thing!

I told J at work that I am a published writer of sorts (in the sex toy industry anyway) and he seemed dead impressed. He asked me lots of questions about it anyway. I may show him my Wondy Woman Tests Toys page, but he's more than likely to think how crudely written it is. He wants to write a book on philosophy, you see.

So we're just back from a lovely visit at Wondy Mum's - we went Saturday night and stayed the night and had yummy Shepard's Pie for dinner. Hmmm, there is nothing like my Mum's cooking - although Rocker is a superb chef, nothing is ever as comforting as a homecooked Mum meal. Hmmm.

Rocker told me off for using the F-Word in front of my mother and said "You do use that word rather alot". I said so what if I do - you're just lucky I didn't say the C-Word! He does have a point though, I pepper my sentences with F**k and B*llocks and C*** quite a lot and it ain't pretty - I'm woman enough to admit that.

I blame Medieval Girl who has permanent Tourette's and can even curse in Irish. C**t in Dublin slang is Geebag, apparently...

Anyway, Mum and Rocker watched travel DVDs together while I raided the bookshelves for any hidden gems. I came away armed to the hilt with some great reads, so I'll be busy for the next few weeks!

Nothing more to report other than I love going home to stay in Hellhole (as Fragglehump and I like to call it), despite my protestations to the contrary. There is nothing like regressing back into sulky teenager mode and getting clipped round the lughole by Wondy Mum for cursing!

Oh and we had two house viewings on Saturday that may or may not have been positive, so here's hoping - if hopeful, we're one step closer to our travelling dream.

First stop South Africa and three months with our friend, L-E-S.

Rocker wants to dive in the cage with the Great Whites and I've said I'll do it with him just to prove I'm no lily liver.

Here's hoping there are no sharks in the water on this day!