“When the drink is in the wit is out.”

Had it in my mind on the bus into work.

I needed to set words around it.

It was such a great start to begin a passage – so I did.

One opening line now has a body hanging from the belfry (only to be moved when it rots and falls to the ground), and a very serious blood vengeance from the little people.

It’s the most inauspicious of beginnings that create great oak trees.

Feeling good.

Scribbling away.

No pressure – enjoying the telling.

Stay safe & remain sane!