I lay in this morning - or so I thought, until realising I've not reset the clocks since summertime. And what I'd usually think of a beautiful dawn seemed a touch too bright - but in truth I'm not sure about that, because thinking hurts...
In a perverse way this is good for my head. It was in danger of swelling too much after learning I was a winner in the National Trust's competition for a signed copy of Butterfly Isles. Hardly a top literary prize, but I'm imagining there were many thousands of entries (I wish) The competition was to describe an encounter with butterflies and I shall post mine shortly.
Coincidentally, the author who wrote the cover blurb for the book was a tutor on my recent writing course: she recommended I buy it. I'll wait and see, I said, I 'might win a copy - you never know. I was always confident; strange though, how success can go to your head.
Now where did I put those painkillers?
This morning in my garden
Hungover with success. That's a nice thing to be able to boast!ReplyDelete
Very pleased for you...the prize, not the hangover.ReplyDelete
So to not mixing grain and grape we now have to add fruit to the adage.
whispering a quiet comment here cos I know how annoying it can be when people speak loudly and the head hurts a bit. I feel for you.ReplyDelete
Well done on the win Mark.ReplyDelete
Enjoy your weekend.