Temptations...

Ok we are back in a routine again.

Hobbits have returned to school, and although this still makes for a crazy routine, it is a routine nonetheless and I for one feel better for it.

I know that there are many parents all over the world who are happy that the children are back at school. Summer is over and the majority of us have had a good one, but school settles us. We don't have to panic about childcare, we know where they are; bedtimes have a sense of normality about them again and well, we can enjoy the quality time we have together rather than tearing our hair out trying to think of new and innovative ways to entertain small people.

School - ah, let me count the ways I love you...

It has also given me more time to write in the evenings. I am determined to finish 'the book' if it kills me and I am half way through the first draft. Estimated completion of first draft is November - I said estimated, so don't string me up if I am not quite ready.

However, it is very hard to stay focused when you have a tin of biscuits, a kettle, Facebook and to make it worse a new TV.

Facebook is unbelievably tempting to drop into when you are sitting at a computer - that and I have also discovered the new temptations of Twitter.

I had a conversation with Pootle who has an essay to write in three weeks and who is equally as good at procrastinating and inane diversions of interest as I am.

It is amazing how many times we have been tempted to check on Facebook every five to ten minutes just to see if anything unusual has been posted...when really nothing has. Facebook is a bit dangerous...I am almost tempted to deactivate my account just so I can get on and stop being a nosey mare.

The other temptation is the TV. Mine alas, died a death this week. We have had a small funeral for it at the local dump, and have had to purchase a new one. Pootle on the other hand has finally bought one after a year of being without one...consequently the urge to watch crap TV is something she is also fighting.

We did although have an interesting conversation with regards to new televisions just before our extreme purchases.

"How big is yours?" She text me one afternoon.
Hello, I thought. I love Pootle dearly but really sharing 'my size' may be a little bit more than our friendship can handle.
"Your TV." She sends. "I can't decide how many inches I need. It is, after all, all about the inches."
Oh...I think enlightened. "Don't know. Never been very good at guessing inches. Will measure it when I get home later."

So later on that evening I whip out my measuring tape and discover that I have a full 32".
"Hmm.." Pootle ponders..."Too much I think."
"Really? I would go bigger if I could."
She just gives me a look.
"I would - imagine a 42" across the wall. Imagine how fantastic that would be. You would never watch porn in the same way, would you?"
For a moment she looks at me excited. "Yes and you can get those 3D TV's now...how bloody scary would that be having a 20" penis waving around at you in 3D?"
"It would knock off your glasses." I suggest. "Incredibly interactive though." I consider.

Just how interactive it would be is only the limit of your imagination, and Pootle and I consider that actually a normal 32" screen would do just fine.

After all, if we are struggling with concentration with just a normal interactive world - imagine how much trouble we could get into with a 3D world? Especially if it was Hugh Jackman, eh Pootle?

The temptation really would be too much...