I’ve been trying to get Ellie to write the next chapter of Bitch From Borläng, but it’s hopeless. All she wants to do is sleep or go out and play in the snow. She’s such a primadonna, sleeping below her ribbons and dreaming of fame and glory I suppose.
Hmmm. She’s starting to come around.
Awake at last. “No time to write,” she says. “I’ve got to go to an important training session now. Maybe tomorrow.”
Right. Don’t hold your breath!