Speculation, Fact and Fiction

When I said last week, that this book was going to go right to the wire, that was an estimate. An educated guess. A forecast.

Not some gnomic utterance or cursed prophecy inviting the universe to do its level best to ensure the writing gets finished at close of play next Friday and not so much as a quarter hour earlier.

I've had a really productive week. I was thinking I'd have some time in hand by close of play tomorrow. Then the hospital rang. Husband's been gradually working his way towards a knee operation for a couple of years now - waiting time to see the consultant, waiting time to have the MRI, waiting time to have them say yes, you need an operation, waiting time for said operation.

We knew we were getting close so have been waiting for the couple or three week's notice letter. Phone rings today. They've had a cancellation - does he want it doing on Saturday?

We can’t really pass this up. The current Mega-Project he’s working on has its latest interim deadline today. We were looking forward to him having a few less stressed weeks before Christmas, not least so he could pick up some of the Xmas preparation that has conspicuously not been done hereabouts. But the next possible operation date will be some time in mid-January at best - which is when the next phase of the Mega-Project kicks in and him taking two weeks off work is just going to be impossible.

So, that’s two weeks as from Saturday when, we're advised, he won’t be walking much or driving at all. That’ll be me doing Xmas then... Once I've got this book done...