The leg thing erm.... it was sort of related to the conversation, but I still didn't want my consultant showing me and going on about his hairless legs and how they are hairless because he has an illness - Unsurprisingly I wanted to know what was wrong with me.
I still can't believe I have no fucking clue!
I'm sure him and his legs aren't going anywhere any time soon, I'll deal with it later in the week.
I meant to phone to day but have instead spent the day correcting all the fuck ups I found yesterday and then tearing my hair out with the bloody Amazon cover creator, which is the wankiest piece of shit ever!
so I have a cover, I have contents. I will have one last check through tonight and then have a nervous breakdown tomorrow, then give my head a wobble and myself a good talking to and then order the proof.
You do all realise don't you that a book with twice the amount of poems is going to cost more than the last one (Amazon charge by the page).
I've manged to get it down to 208 pages.