A Grand Piano, A Not So Grand Diet and some Grand Houmous

I love when something simple makes me laugh out loud. The other day my baby, okay she's nearly twenty one, gave me a present of a Grand Piano. A purple grand piano. And I love it! Not because I have any ideas of replacing Liberace (oh dear, do any of you actually remember Liberace? Only me? Moving on....) I can't even play the piano, particularly this one, since the photo depicts a pound coin beside it showing it's true scale. (Scale. Get it?)

Being a stationery obsessive, she saw this and thought it had my name all over it. When I open the top, it's got a pen and a place for paper clips! (Do I sound irrationally excited?) And the far right hand notes, when you press them makes it spit out a piece of paper - like a 'post it' without the sticky bit and it's got musical line thingys on it. Love it! (Now even I think I'm sounding slightly deranged)

It's been a great distraction from the edit. If I get a little bored, I press the piano, it spits out paper, then I pile them up, put them back and start again. Then I worry if I find the edit boring, surely my readers may be forced to skim read here and there? Arrrgh!

And note to self for future edits. Do not start a diet at the same time. Editing requires brain process, which requires fuel which is why I've just had a plateful of toasted pitta bread and houmous convincing myself that the grand spread is full of good fat. It's 16:50. Only a couple of hours before dinner. I will spend those hours convincing myself that I'll have a bowl of muesli for dinner but when I'm cooking smoked cod, new potatoes and veg for hubby's dinner, it seems unlikely.

Off back to the manuscript now. Have a new idea for one of my characters which involves licking a plate clean. She IS only four......