The sixteenth of one hundred days of happiness.

Today was the first day of the second term of my writing course. It felt good to be back on it but at times I felt overshadowed by the other's quick imagination. Mind you, it was ten o'clock on a saturday morning.
Later on I sat on the couch to get a bit more writing done on my story when bugger-lugs plonked hinself down on my ipad and refused to move.
'Oh well, relax and watch a bit of telly instead.'