My son has developed a West Country accent! It is soooo sweet. He kind of burrs his 'r' sounds at the end of words - like herrrrr or tractorrrr. I just love it, he can pass as a true local now (unlike me and my flat Midlands vowels). The girls still sound the same although my eldest says 'daps' instead of 'plimsolls'. Bless.
I have finished When We Were Bad - brilliant - and am now rereading Great Expectations. Feel as if I need to brush up on this before starting Mr Pip, so as to get all the references. Swotty eh. I haven't read Great Expectations for twenty years and back then, I was far more interested in crimpers, hippy skirts and aubergine-coloured hair dye to appreciate Literature-with-a-capital-L. On second read, I am loving it. So good!
Now - work to do. I have already sent off the first draft of something and it's not even 10.30! How impressive am I today? I am rationing myself on t'internet, that's why I've had a productive start. Back to the novel today - only a few days left of Feb and I'm supposed to be hitting the 60,000-word mark. Better crack on...
Where the World Ends
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