There is a Waffle Emergency in the Subway

Last couple of nights were spent in pre-packing work. You know, that time where you go through all your stuff without actually putting any of it in to boxes, throwing away what you can and making piles and remaking piles and gathering all the piles together when you realise you haven't finished but you need your bed to sleep in.

The professional cleaner is booked for next week. Don't know how much I like the idea of a man who cleans residential properties for a living. I keep expecting Mr. Muscle to turn up at the grotty bedsit tomorrow, some skinny in vest and shorts, all thick-rimmed glasses and thicker hair. Whatever happens I must resist the impulse to ask the guy if he loves the jobs I hate.

Received a postcard from Matt and Caroline yesterday, from where they stayed on their honeymoon. It looked quite nice. They thanked me for being at the wedding and said it was the 'best day of their lives'.

I have another cousin. Yay! My uncle's girlfriend gave birth to a boy (Harrison) in the early hours of this morning. Happy dancin' for them.

I've just sent The Well out again. Cross fingers.

Stats update (seeing as I've been so lame in updating the look of this thing):
New Chapters -- 1;
New Stories -- 0;
Words -- 6650;
Stories in Circulation -- 1;
Rejections -- 3 (one half rejection due to illness);
Acceptances -- 0.