Bibbity Bloggity Boo.

This blog has been resurrected. I started writing it once, many years ago, but then deleted the lot (it was a bitter, post-studenthood, pre-decent job blog that didn't make for good reading and just added to the general dross available on the interweb).

So, I'm back.

First off - the name. Bookworms and Coffee Monsters is the name of the bookshop/cafe that I own in my dreams. Seriously, I have a whole floor plan and everything mapped out. Second-hand books. Scrummy coffee goodness. (Short prayer to the God of Books: Dear God, it's me Frounette. Please don't let e-books take over the world of papery goodness. Amen.) Alas, it remains but a dream and will do for a good while yet.

It also more than applies to my life at the moment - at the beginning of this year I moved in with my Romantic Complication. He is no longer a complication, but he is still my chunk of romance. We've settled ourselves in one of the less wealthy boroughs of London. We're a poor imitation of an up-and-coming, Guardian-reading, media couple. He is the Coffee Monster. I am the Bookworm. (Actually, he's sort of a bookworm too - but hey, I need a title, and I make the things!) We have two slightly loopy husky pups (not so puppyish anymore, but still loopy) who go out of their way to thwart all my efforts at gardening and, last night, at sleeping as well. Woke up this morning to find myself and CM squashed into one corner while the dogs pretended to be me, but with extra legs.

Slightly loopy husky pups

I am a production assistant at a legal publishing house. Actually, thanks to the current economic cliché, my work spills over the borders of being a production assistant and well into the lands of editorial. I wish I had a snazzier title, but alas I do not. I also wish I was working on fiction, but again. No. I think, given that I work in what is essentially reference publishing, I'm actually in a line of business that is becoming increasingly obsolete - or at least needs less people to do everything that needs to be done. Something to whitter on about another day. Anyway, I relish my evenings and weekends and sleep (dogs! take note!) and dream about, and occasionally work towards, better things.

CM is a damn good camera man and film editor (he does other stuff too, DVD authoring and so forth). He's also looking for work, so if anyone needs any of the above, do get in touch. I do not say 'damn good' lightly or because I live with him. He's worth hiring and knows what he's doing.

We are a couple of country bumpkins dropped in a big city.

Loopy pup No 1 just yelled at me. It's time to go to the park.