Blether.

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or clouds had dropped down into the sea.

-- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse


Don't be fooled. Moments before the sky looked like this, the heavens opened and the rain poured down. It stopped just in time for my {oh so brief} teabreak.

Back to my Monday night workshops tonight - two Youth Theatre groups for children on the autistic spectrum and a Community Theatre group for adults.

Before work I managed to have a long overdue catch up with a friend who was in town for an interview.

A sit down, a cup of tea, and a blether!

Just what the doctor ordered.

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