Heh

No deadlines for next week, still some kitchen work but maybe time off to chill and write. Did some today, sanitised up to 1st 35 chapters by now. Making each chapter count, or trim and condense brutally. 37 now, which is later.
Tried to engage a dear old friend in conversation again but failed. Probably tried wrong track but tired of trying, dead horse flogging not my thing. Enjoyed pil on jooz. Back to novel, Pat gone to bed tired. Extra hour in bed, stupid idea...

Yep, Sunday evening now and it's way too dark already. It's like we got kicked into winter before time.

So a weekend off, with beer, chocolate, writing and probably some Game of Thrones later. Bliss. Sorry, nothing exciting to report but here's some pix, each spoilt by something.