All that concentration.
But I have found it's easier after midday, after a nice glass of Cabardes at lunchtime. The mind flows more freely.
Then in the morning, the coffee helps to correct the utter drivel you realise you've written.
|Harry The Dog|
|Saved from the boatyard in the sky|
|The next book|
|The one what I'm doing now|
|Miss Baudet and her beau Graham keep a watchful eye on me as I beaver away aboard their boat|
|The plantless Miss Baudet with its new paint-job is nice and shiny again|
|The new carpet, without shag|
|The old, much more tasteful shag pile|
|I nearly had a sheer heart attack|
|Miss Baudet is not a lady to be messed with|