Today I did everything except write, I made huge cup cakes, I re-potted busy lizzies ready for the hanging baskets and tubs I even cleaned out the airing cupboard, but there's nothing else for it I have to settle down and get the words on the page otherwise I cannot relax - it's not fair I never chose to write - it chose me.

I'll try a few hundred words before we sit down for our evening meal - maybe I'll cook, maybe I won't.

More later ;-)