It is a sad reflection of my life at the moment that I cannot find the poetry book I was reading this morning. There has been a much needed Hodmandod clear-out resulting in a pile of books by the front door ready for the Oxfam shop. I have been ruthless but the house is still in a mess. I now have to tackle the ironing pile.
I have made little progress with my writing either.
I think that is going to be it for today. I shall leave you with a slice of Christmas Tree...Word count: 15 700