The old woman works from home writing - as far as I can see - mostly rubbish for various websites and publications.
She seems to be very conscientious and is always wittering on about things called deadlines which, unfortunately, do not seem to be the trail of dead insects I have caught leading from the garden to indoors. No, these seem to be some strange things that force her to sit at her computer banging away on the keys when she should be sitting on the sofa petting me. I'm not too keen on deadlines.
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Anyway, miracle of miracles, last week she missed a deadline. I caught sight of the email she wrote:
Dear Sir, I'm afraid my article will be a little late this week due to circumstances beyond my control.
I don't know what these circumstances were...
* * * * * * *Well, I've finally done it. I have written my no-holds-barred exposé of my life. Prepare to be AMAZED, prepare to be SHOCKED, prepare to be ENTHRALLED. Left is the paperback, right is the Kindle version.