Why does it always happen to me? Someone, somewhere, must know a plumber who actually turns up when he says he will, but I've never met one.

For some time now, we've had a damp patch on the (concrete) kitchen floor. Just occasional seepage from somewhere. Not very much, and no smell so I'm guessing it's mains water rather than sewage. Just recently the stains started to get larger and I reluctantly decided that we would have to get the problem fixed.

I'm suffering a chest infection and I'm feeling totally crap, so there will be no Somewhere Else Entirely this week.

Eh, I suppose technically this is a post, so I'm posting about not being able to post... (crosses eyes). What I am saying is, there will be no Chapter 14 of Somewhere Else Entirely today.

I got the idea for this while hanging around waiting for my partner to wake up from her heart op, so a good while ago. At that time I had stopped writing, knowing that I simply wouldn't have time to do any. I was also in the middle of Tropical Twist and I knew I had to finish that first.

Yesterday, for the first time since my partner went into hospital, I was able to dress properly - a t-shirt and skirt! I was so comfortable, it irks me having to do the whole 'pretend man' thing all the time!

Yesterday, we got a letter from The Heart Hospital, offering a date. My partner goes in next Wednesday 21st for a heart bypass operation very early on the 22nd.

Well, I got her back. The unit where she went had been built since I last went to that hospital, typical. Still, I found it and they let me park right next to the emergency entrance so she wouldn't have to walk far.

I've noticed a curious phenomenon recently, and I've only just realised what's going on. Every day, like the sad individual I am, the first thing I do when I log on is to hit 'My Stories'. This way I can find out if anyone's still bothering to read the old stuff, or even leave a comment, or if some other sad person is deluded enough to give my ramblings a vote.

I think I'm going to be forced to take a break from posting stories here for a while. No, I'm not leaving, but the list of things that need doing has gotten unmanageable.

I decided to write this entry when I saw Jill Macayla's blog entry "Testosterone Laden".

That's the last part of "A Winter's Tale" loaded.