When I'm not writing I love to write about writing. I also like to moan and complain about pretty much everything else. My ramblings are below. No particular order to them; just as they trickle through what I optimistically refer to as my brain.
Wednesday 1 August 2018
Always time for a silly picture.
I heard a muttering sound this morning as I was going to work way too early. I don't speak peacock, or any kind of bird language to be honest. But I'm pretty sure it was saying
Where are those sodding keys? It's been a long night.
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