I am supposed to be finishing writing a book, but instead I am writing songs.
I'm writing a little bit of book in between writing songs (mostly colouring bits of the e-manuscript in red, blue and green and shuffling them around).
It should probably be the other way around.
There is no-one to scold me about this lackadaisickability apart from me, and I'm not angry enough about it.
The Come Dine With Me omnibus was great yesterday, as well.
Roll on a rainy day or two perhaps.