I’m not staying long. It’s chucking it down out there, and the wind’s a bit blustery, so I’m staying inside in the warm getting some work done. Neil’s planning to go to the gym, but some days… Well, it’s safest to stay home. I haven’t actually been out to look at the sky or the view as yet. All the shutters are closed, and if I go into the courtyard, my slippers will get soaked. We’re meant to be going out this evening as a friend is leaving on Friday, and luckily for us, we’re only planning to go to the Rainbow Bar which is a short walk away.
Assuming we do end up there, we’ll be treated to the usual evening at the local: two TVs on at the same time, often playing different shows, but sometimes, for no explicable reason, both showing the same thing; Yiannis may make us an omelette, as that’s one of his winter ‘things’, and we’ll sit behind the pillar away from the drafts. Or is that draughts? I can never remember or be bothered to check. That’s why I have a proofreader for my books, and she’s about to get another one. A collection of short stories based around my Clearwater characters. 45,000 words long, and when ready, it will be free to members of my Facebook Group, and on sale for everyone else.
Just thought I’d slip that advert in there. Now, I must slip off to the kitchen to make another cup of tea, and on the way, I’ll poke my head out of the door to see what the sky is doing. Dropping rain, most likely.
