We have a beautiful new garden office sitting on the patio.
For those of you in the know, it's a Henley (the Waverley model). In green.
This is just a picture from their catalogue, I'm afraid - not the real glorious thing standing in our garden.
It's 2m by 3.2m, insulated, carpeted, lights, power sockets, double-glazed windows, security locks on the door. Tis a thing of beauty, much to be admired. No electricity yet, but that gets added shortly. The IT equipment should be here within a fortnight. Only the furniture yet to order.
So, have I been doing much writing during this week? This week that is designated by the Academy folk as a "writing week"? What do you think? I've been watching the workmen, making them cups of tea, checking up on them, talking to DELL and putting in my order for a new PC and printer, raiding Staples on-line for a significant stationery order, browsing internet sites looking for office furniture, measuring up the space, and spending far too much time just admiring this wonderous new creation. One day soon, I'll be doing all my writing in there.
In the meantime, back in the corner of the bedroom where my existing workspace is, I'm meant to be writing a "dry run" episode of Doctors. It's getting there, but it's difficult to put all your heart and soul into something you know will definitely never be made.
We're at Week 7 of the Academy. Halfway through. According to the theory, that means we've reached the innermost cave and found the elixir. Now all we have to do is learn how to use it and return to the tribe triumphant in time for the final battle (I think we die and get reborn somewhere along the way too).