So after an excessive amount of hole digging I planted the apple trees in the front lawn. I'd decided that it was going to stop raining at any moment.How wrong I was.
It was also appallingly cold.
Meanwhile work goes on apace with The Bunker. Did I mention a while back that I'd decided to chop 25K out of the finished manuscript? Well that painful job is now complete and I'm trying to tie the rest of the book together in a way that makes some sort of sense, meanwhile wondering how on earth I'm going to find 25,000 more words.
I cannot describe how dreadful it is to rename chapter 11 as chapter 8.