Drippery

There will be no walking, hills, sunshine or hanging out washing today.

You don't need to believe me but I was chasing the wheelie bin round the back garden this morning in horizontal rain, even Mac looked at me when I opened the door and bolted for the relative safety of his memory foam bed.

Now...where's that paintbrush and my headphones?

'I can't stand myself
I'm being held up by invisible men
Still life on a shelf when
I've got my mind on something else
Sunny days, oh, where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong'

Francis Healy