It’s sucking the light from me. It’s so bad not even ELO’s  symphonic rock helps. Mr Blue Sky please tell us why…The dismal gloom and cool dampness is bleeding the creativity right out of me. I feel like sitting in the bathroom under the heat lamps. Or going to bed until the clouds clear away.

But the forecast calls for more rain.

So Dominc is stuck in Lesely’s house after a small fire and I wasted my precious afternoon trying to cheer myself up by dicking around on Facebook.