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WIPpet numbers for 25th January, 2017: ((25*20)/17)-1=28 (short) paragraphs from Reunions The current word count is 192,000! Forget what I said about being finished in 200k. Ain’t happenin’! This scene follows on from last week’s WIPpet. WIPpet Context: Shaunna and Andy are an established couple with twin six-month-old daughters. It’s bedtime, and they’re talking to pass the time whilst Shaunna expresses breastmilk (she has something on her mind). Other characters mentioned in the snippet (Sean, Sophie, Josh and George) are some of their close friends; Josh is a psychotherapist. For readers of the series, this give a bit of a teaser of (some of) what’s in store in Season Seven. If you don’t want to know, look away now! * * * * * “Hmm.” There wasn’t a whole lot going on in their lives, but talking would stop her thinking and fretting. “Did I tell you about Sean and Sophie?” Andy frowned. “Dunno.” “Sophie’s going to London to do her PhD.” “Ah. So that’s what’s up wi...

WIPpet numbers for 18th January, 2017: (18-1)*17=289 words from Reunions The current word count on this beastie is 182,500! I think it’ll be finished in less than 200k, but don’t hold me to that. I decided to go with this particular scene because daughter #2 brought her second tiny son home from hospital today. He was born six weeks early (tiny grandson #1 was twelve weeks early), and a short while ago, she was chatting to me on FaceTime whilst expressing, which she’s doing to keep her milk flow, and because tiny grandson #2 doesn’t like the right breast (I had this with daughter #1 – it’s rather fun to compare notes). WIPpet Context: Shaunna and Andy are an established couple with twin six-month-old daughters. Just prior to this scene, Shaunna and Andy were…well, you can figure it out from the first line. ;) * * * * * “I’ll get the machine in a sec,” he slurred, drunk on sex hormones. “Don’t worry about it. They don’t need me anymore.” “Whoa.” Andy lifted on one ar...

Father and daughters, at the pub, no doubt When I was in my final year of university, I had a major run-in with my lecturer. It began with me submitting an essay about the ways in which the postwar British welfare state maintained women's oppression and ended with him shrieking at me, "You don't know what it's like to lose your eight-year-old son because the courts are biased in favour of women." Past and present rescued canine chaps It went on for a good deal longer than that, but that's the gist of what he said. According to him, he had been the primary caregiver since his son's birth, and when he and his female partner broke up, she was given custody of their son. The outcome for me, which is inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, was that he refused to mark my essay and told me it was barely a pass grade. I took the essay to another social policy lecturer and asked him to look over what I had written. He did so, and in his opinion, ...