Sunday

A Sunday full of possibilities and, for the Chipster at least, a few hours of peace and quiet.

Gabby is away today, cleaning out her allotment shed and checking her chickens for whatever you check chickens for. I’m going over the drafts of a book and doing little else. Given a choice, I think working on the draft is harder work but more pleasurable in the long run. The last time Gabby spent a day at the allotments, she came back as drunk on moonshine as her Romanian passport allows and crying about her chickens, which she claimed didn’t love her anymore.

So, have a good day and I’ll be back tomorrow to help you stay sane with a post light on chickens but heavy with thongs and not the odd bit of wisdom.