Whilst so many of my fellow Choc Lit authors and writerly friends are partying away at the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s Summer Conference, I get to blog. Or whine. Because I wish I was there too!
I also wish my 8 yr old hadn’t broken his arm. If he hadn’t, there’d be nothing half way sensible (other than money ― but what’s that?) keeping me away!
Instead of great company and conversation, I’m sat at my kitchen table all alone, my eldest insisting on going to school to show off his cast and I am listening to the incurable dripping tap, and the higher than usual shrill of the fridge-freezer. Because even that is joining in with the whining.
No doubt, today will be the day it decides to shrilly whine its last, pop its clogs, implode, spontaneously combust, or whatever it is fridge-freezers do in their death throes. Because of course, just to make me feel so much better, I’ve just clocked: it’s Friday the 13th.
So I’ve googled. It had to be done in my present frame of mind.
And where is my husband when I need him? Evidently, I should not be doing the school-run today. If you believe everything you read, women drivers have a 64% increased chance of death when driving on Friday the 13th. Best excuse for getting out of the school-run I’ve ever come across ― and for being in Penrith today (removing broken child from the equation)!
Of course I should take comfort from my googling. As far as I can see, there are no stats on increased chances of fridge-freezer implosion. And neither am I, a Knight of the Round Table back in the fourteenth century. Poor blokes. They had an appalling Friday the 13th…. Or at least I don’t think I am. Eeek! I recently got past life regressed (research for my latest work in progress) and…today is NOT the day to go there!
It’s not that I suffer from friggatriskaidekaphobia (don’t you love that word to describe fear of Friday the thirteenth?) I may be a little more cautious on the day ― and will definitely be factoring in school-run avoidance in the future (really chuffed with that discovery!) ― it’s just, today…I want to be in Penrith!
For all those at the RNA Conference ― have a FABULOUS time! For all those not ― Happy Friday the 13th!
And sorry for whining. Particularly on a Friday and not a Wednesday 🙂 Quite therapeutic though!