Monday Blues

Bob Geldof & the Boomtown Rats sang the song 'I hate Mondays'. Today is one of those days. Starting work in the dark is something I hate but have to get used to; then add in wind & rain & it's coldly damp. Yeugh. A busy day in terms of work & not having written over the weekend, this is the first chance I've had to write anything. Before bed, there is the small matter of ensuring the torch is fully charged. Another thing to carry around!
Hopefully I can sit & write tomorrow & catch up on my recipes.

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