According to my Mam the manuscript is supposed to be there by now.
However, according to Royal Mail it isn't.
Perhaps I won't get the rejection email this week then?
My confidence is once more on the wane. I feel like a teenager hoping for a wet dream but not knowing when it's going to happen.
(That didn't happen to me, I hasten to add. I didn't even know what a wet dream was until it happened and I looked it up in the Reader'S Digest Family Medicine. Life is so sheltered when one grows up in North Wales...)
Ah well, I'm wittering now. Time for night shift.