I was already booked in for the dentist at the start of June, but because it will be my first visit, I’m not officially a register patient of that practise, so I can’t jump the queue. There is an emergency dentist, but it’s only a week to go now till my appointment, and it doesn’t hurt. But it’s just strange to have a hole in one of my molars. My tongue keeps forgetting and getting surprised and fascinated by the new topography of my mouth.
Then there’s this weekend, which is a long one thanks to the bank holiday tomorrow. We were supposed to go away, at one stage it was
Sorry, I’ve gone off track a bit.
Today we went to Cramond, which is still pretty much a suburb of
Tomorrow we’re going to
The upshot of all this travelling from home is that we get see feel touristy and blow out some work-work-work cobwebs, but have the bonus of sleeping in our own bed (and all the money that saves). The bonus-bonus is that I’ve still had a few hours each evening to write. It’s not deficit-decimating, but it’s a damn sight better than the goose eggs I’d be producing in
So, prepare yourself for some underwhelming stats…
Week Twenty-One – The Stats
Weekly Wordcount: 15,935 words (compared to 22,455 words last week)
Average: 2,276 words per day
Most productive day: Friday 23 May, 2,833 words
Least productive day: Monday 19 May, 1,230 words
Year-to-date: 381,475 words (17,432 words behind target)
Adjusted required daily word count: 2,811 (so a slack week has added 16 words per day)
I said at the start it has been a strange week, well, having just compiled the above, I have no recall of Monday and why I only wrote 1,230 words. Sadly, I only noted down “excuses” for that one week last month.
I blame work.