Nothing much to report, really, but what there is I will.
The sun is shining for change, although it is still chilly. I love the winter: snow, ice, rain, I love it all. I wouldn't give you fourpence for the summer. Why am I not living in Canada or Alaska you ask? If you come across an answer let me know, OK?
Woke up yesterday with a mad idea for a piece of flash... so what else if new? After flesh-eating goats, what else could there be? But it's finished in draft form, and my Super-Editor will no doubt rip strips off me for my misuse of commas, apostrophes and tense. As it should be... she's good, too, even if I moan.
Wrote a poem yesterday also (three, actually) for our monthly live poetry group challenge. This month's theme is "The Mirror" which is a great theme. One poem I will turn into a piece of flash later... I seem to be addicted to flash as I am to sonnets.
But then I'm an addictive bugger at the best of times. Oh, well... time for gin and coke. No, of course I'm not addicted!
iccy
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