My timeline is all skewiff

I put my car keys and glasses next to Daughter's keys on the sideboard in the hall so I would remember to take her keys back when I went out to walk with her later in the morning.

I forgot. 

Got there, slapped myself on the forehead, and said, "You twit!"

Anyway, she, Louie, Toby, whom I'd picked up en route, and I had a lovely walk in the almost dry.

Then it was back to the house and back to writing or, more specifically, trying to untie my timeline. For some reason it's something I really struggle with and as this novel talks about people born in previous generations I need to get it straight. At one point I had a 103-year-old woman popping round for tea. Not impossible it's true but she also needed to be dead by now.

I don't know why I find it so hard to work out when someone's mother must have been born bearing in the mind that the someone is forty-five now. The someone was forty-eight originally but that threw everything else out so she lost a few years.

Husband points out that there's an app for doing family trees but I'd still need to put correct details into the app to begin with. I've got a bit of paper and that's just as good.

I am already in the stage of bemoaning my lack of writing ability. "This is rubbish," I tell myself five times a day. Then I tell myself, "Look at M C Beaton. Her writing really is rubbish but it's addictive rubbish and she has made a fortune. (Agatha Raisin and Hamish Macbeth.)" But that doesn't work. I still think about all my rejections and feel an abject failure. 

But on to happier topics. Husband is doing the cooking for a week. I 'suggested' this after he'd grumbled about dinner being late one day last week, then I forcefully reminded him on Saturday afternoon that he'd agreed. He began last night with Sainsburys takeaway curries - which were very nice - but I am expecting some home cooking. He's very good actually and what's more dinner is always on time. 

And, even more exciting news: I am getting a cleaner!!!

As I was cleaning the bathroom yesterday I thought again about how much I hated cleaning the bath. I considered asking Husband to shower before he bathed but then realised that would only make the shower dirtier and I hate cleaning that too. So I phoned Janet and she asked her cleaner if she can fit me in. 

She can only give me an hour or two once a fortnight but that'll do for me. I only want the toilets and bathroom cleaned. I can do/ignore the rest. I shall have to clean it before she comes first time of course. I wouldn't want her to be deterred by the ring around the bath.

NaNoWriMo word count total = 6992