The whole of continental Europe was completely dry today, except wherever I was. I drove about one hundred miles today, all over London. But no matter where I stopped, it absolutely p****d down for the whole day.
I was going to write and as I don't have a laptop because I sat on it, or a tablet unless the new PC version turns out to be any good, I dragged out my battered notepad which I immediately dropped into a puddle. Then just as I had a good idea a traffic warden tried to give me a ticket despite my parking permit staring him in the face. It's as if there's a plot to stop me writing. After that little battle ended with only a little profanity, my pen wouldn't work. I realise now that I shouldn't have stirred my tea with my Mont blanc but who knew it would be so fragile. I tried a pencil but someone must have dropped it about fifty times - probably me, because I could barely write a word before the end fell off no matter how many times I sharpened it. I stirred my tea with that once but I don't like the after-taste of graphite.
However, not being thwarted and all that, I managed to finish Hoodies 2 edit no 194939486 this evening and tomorrow I'm going to start again but backwards this time. It's a little daunting but I'm determined to succeed.