I’ve got how long, again?

Such a lovely day, and we spoilt it all by setting off our bonfire. We did make sure the wind was north-westerly, which means that the smoke went off in a south-easterly direction – next nearest neighbour to the south east is about a mile away, and the smoke is light, pale and dispersed long before it gets there.

We spent the day worried about our tortie cat, the sister of the black cat who was killed on the road in January. She didn’t come in for breakfast, as normal – didn’t come back for her afternoon food – strolled in full of pep and probably takeaway rodent at 8pm, and is now locked in for 24 hours.

And I wrote the next brief for Scriptly. What the… I am asked to pack in dance, music, humour, script… within a fifteen second limit? Bring back the horror brief, I say. Actually, no. I got something written and submitted (that will offend EVERYBODY if it’s ever filmed) and now they have asked us for… oh, get real. Seriously. Even horror and chicklit is better than this.