New style blog

Well, this is it. I'm taking Yorkshire Pudding's advice (well some of it, or maybe just the general gist of it) and spicing up this blog, in eager anticipation of a money- filled book deal. So, here goes...

He was waiting for me in the living room. His head turned towards the door as he heard my key in the lock. I closed the door, making sure I locked it and sashayed towards him.
"Alone at last," I breathed as I leaned forward and caressed his beard.
For a moment I stood there, immobile, my eyes drinking in the hunk of manhood before me. Slowly, deliberately, he stood up. The computer chair rolled back as I gazed on the coiled spring of masculine pheromones before me. He moved closer and I could feel his breath on my cheek as he bent his head to mine.
"I want to whisk you away to paradise," whispered the throaty voice, "Just let me sort out this hard drive first."

He groaned as he lifted his throbbing head from the smashed remains of the monitor...

(Next episode will be about me molesting one of my clients in the new downstairs loo and calling him The Fling. How's that, YP? How would you like to be my agent?)

Fame and fortune?

I've just seen the interview on BBC with fellow-blogger Petite Anglaise aka Catherine Sanderson whose blog was subsequently transformed into a book. She works in Paris and, two years ago, was ignominiously sacked when her employers discovered her blog and although she had mentioned very little about her worklife, took exception to what she had written.
This is something which happens on a regular basis to bloggers and there have been one or two high profile cases over the last few years. When I was in my last full-time teaching post, I was in the habit of letting off steam on my blog now and again about the negative aspects of the world of education and although I too did my best to avoid getting personal, my head teacher at the time did not like what she read and reacted by choosing to ignore me whenever she didn't have to speak to me. This lasted for the last couple of months of my time there, culminating in her complete avoidance of me on my last day and refusing to supply references for me when I signed on for supply teaching where I now live.
However, all that is well and truly in the past but what I would like to know is, does that qualify me for a book deal?
(Maybe I need to spice this blog up a bit first....a few mentions of .....knickers?) Think I might need to work on this....laters, folks. :)

Deadline

I now have a very pleasant counselling room, with blinds and a downstairs lavatory nearby in case clients need to 'wash their hands.' As this space under the stairs was previously the home of the vacuum cleaner, ironing board, brushes, mops etc, a new storage space had to be created.
Step forward Superman Keith who has built me a very smart, while unobtrusive broom cupboard in the corner of the conservatory. I say he has built it, and so he has, right down to the last few screws...
"So will it take very long to finish off?" I enquire guardedly as he sits in front of his computer instead of getting on with it.
Sharp intake of breath: "Oooh, difficult to say..."
"Well, do you think it will be finished before 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, when my client comes?" I persist.
"Aaah, well, possibly.... but then....."
So I am left with a dilemma.
Should I just put everything in for now and shut the door on it all or, if I do that, will the whole damn thing collapse?
And the other question occupying my mind:
What is it about men that they find it so difficult, if not impossible, to FINISH a job???