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Swing By Monday

Teachers will be all too familiar with that delicious feeling known as ‘No School Monday.’ These days are preceded by ‘Panic Free Sunday Evening’ where sometimes you get to enjoy the tail end of a  weekend without suffering that sense of impending doom and huge mood crash as you prepare for another week at the whiteboard and wipeable marker face. Today, for this ex-teacher, is the first of many ‘No School Monday’ feelings. It’s fab!

Today is also National Hammock Day. Pity, then, that it is overcast outside and whipping up a bit of a wind, bordering on the brisk side. If I fancied a bit of a fairground ride, though, I could hie me to the far end of the garden where we have one of these installed in our magnificent silver birch tree...
It is a hammock chair. It is a cocoon. It is comfy and calming. It is the perfect observation point for the garden. It is also very easy to fall asleep inside. His Lordship Malarkey uses it more than I do, but I’ve been known to indulge in the occasional dangle, and no doubt when the granddaughters come up for their holiday in a couple on weeks’ time, they will pile into it and no-one else will get a look in!

Of course, thoughts of hammocks bring to mind (well, mine at least) that classic episode of ‘The Wombles’ when Tomsk finds an old tennis net in a tree and decides it would be a good thing to sleep in. There ensues, then, a comedy gold moment of Tomsk attempting to mount the hammock. 


I don’t know if the link will work. You know I am a technophobe about these things, wildly whacking at buttons and swearing at my iPad in an attempt to make it look like I know what I am doing. Anyway, it’s on the YouTube, it’s called ‘Tomsk in Trouble’ and I am sure you could find it thusly if you feel so inclined and I have cocked up the whole linking process. It raises a smile, so I would have a look if I were you.

Over the weekend, Andy the Publicist, my publicist, has decided that my trumpet needs blowing so he has re-invigorated our classic tome of 2012 - ‘Nearly King Jimbo’ - on Amazon. You can download it FREE for the next 4 days. It was 5 days yesterday, and bless you those who’ve already taken advantage of the offer, especially if one of you is an agent/ talent spotter and is thinking, ‘Oooh, she’s a marvellous writer, and he’s an amazing illustrator. I wonder if they are working on anything else?’ Because the answer to that would be, ‘YES, we ARE! Approach us if you think you’re hard enough!’ Actually, on reflection, that probably sounds a bit aggressive, more bugle than trumpet. But hey! Email, call, write, send a carrier pigeon. Let’s do lunch!

Today, therefore, I am a writer. And this is what I shall be a-doing...


Have a lovely National Hammock Day, y’all! 



Comments

Andy said…
Willl this work
Denise said…
Yes, it did.

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