Grr!  As some of you know, cowboys are my weakness…  I had to wear my cowgirl boots to work on Friday in an attempt to lasso some Texas Cowgirl Spirit.  I had an “emotional gust” on Thursday, some might call it a TANTRUM.  Where did all that fury come from?  Haven’t seen that in a long, long time.  I was spitting bullets!  My boss took me out for lunch on Friday to see if I was OK.  He cheered me up with chips.  All is now calm again now.

I’m on writing retreat at the Palace of Solitude for the weekend.  I plan to speak to nobody between 5.30pm Friday and 9.30am Monday.  I have serious writing work to do.  And of course I have to grapple with the attempt to retrieve documents – any documents – from my defunkt laptop.  I fear I have been putting this off.  Because, quite frankly, I am scared.

So I am harnessing the power of that tall drink of water Gary Cooper in getting to grips with it.  I have had 3 of his griddle cakes with butter and maple syrup (yum) and as soon as I press the “publish” button on this I will get the mini screwdriver set that Rosalind has loaned me and pretend to myself that I know what I am doing.

I was toying with the idea of making a cake for the Audio Gold boys as today is Record Shop Day.  But this would be procrastinating wouldn’t it?  And also it would mean breaking my weekend vow of silence…

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