Well, it’s all go here in the East Coast’s version of Stepford (my fellow blogger MTFF lives in the West Coast’s). I did dusting today in preparation for our pre-Halloween supper party tomorrow, and managed to finish the ironing which has been on top of the washing machine for two weeks. (All of you who came here for tales of fashion-related New York glamour may leave now.)

Our Halloween pumpkins are carved and they would have been in position on the front door step, looking suitably scary, but for the ravening local wildlife which took a large chunk out of the bat pumpkin overnight.

We brought them indoors for safety this evening, only to discover a few hours later that the puppy had chewed out the bat’s eyes. There’s obviously some Sophoclean metaphor to be drawn from this but frankly I can’t be arsed to work it out.

I’m still ploughing through the Gmail inbox of hell. I managed to clear out the LLG one last week, which was relatively simple as I only had 452 unread emails and most of them were press releases pushing soap powder, erotic chocolate, and designer collaborations thought up by FMCG marketing gurus with giant cheque books and dumbass clients. I have created a folder called ‘Lunatic Story Pitches’, the contents of which I shall no doubt regale you all with one day.

Unfortunately I have 958 unread emails in my work Gmail account which is more daunting, as not only do they have to be read but most of them require some kind of action to be taken. I’m quite surprised that I have any friends left, given that the chances of my replying to their email, let alone writing one off my own bat, before I have dealt with the work backlog, is less than zero right now.

I’m also planning England: The Return. It’s not a permanent one, thank Christ, but I am flying back for six weeks or so before/over Christmas to finish The Great Attic Clearance™, remove my mother from the iron grip of divorce-related neurosis, drive my sister to the point of insanity by spreading my possessions over all surfaces of her one bedroom flat, acquire some more parking tickets for my father’s car, and prod the faithful hound.

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958 unread emais, that is very impressive! It makes me feel a little better for not responding to 2 month old emails or giving no sign of life to my girlfriends for about a month. And the worse is, I have absolutely no excuse!

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I shld point out that it's partly because I use a Blackberry, so I don't always open emails a second time when I'm back at my desk.

But the problem comes in because I open emails on my Blackberry, digest them – and then forget to reply when I am back at my desk.

Blackberries: not always entirely helpful on the long-term organisation front. LLGxx

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That's why I'm an IPhone girl! SO exciting that you're coming back on our side of the pond for christmas etc.! Hope you enjoy it! xxx LZ

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Gulp!! Rather you than me….that's going to take a long long time.
Yay for your visit home, and six weeks!
Enjoy your halloween feast!!

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You do sound terrible busy but please find time to post about the lunatic story pitches at some point- somehow.

Will be nice to have some London LLG posts- I think I found you after a New York holiday a long time ago but I always enjoy your English posts just as much as your NY ones.

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I an newly addicted to your blog!! xx

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Oh my goodness! Good luck with your emails! I agree with you regarding the blackberry – things can get forgotten about easily. Have a good Halloween weekend, xxx

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You're a busy woman, LLG. But you already knew that. It's amazing what can pile up when you get off the treadmill of work and live for awhile.

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