Stair rods

It was raining stair rods this morning in Surrey (see photograph). Mr Flossmo had to run and errand and he said the rain was horizontal for a time. He came back very wet. Cunningly, I stayed indoors.

This morning I worked on my creative writing. Some weeks ago I wrote the start of a story and read it out at my writing group meeting. Ever since they have been asking for the next instalment. I sat down not really knowing where the story was going but once I warmed up I managed another 700 or so words.  Doubtless after tomorrow's reading they will want still more.

Later I booked some concerts for next year. June seems like a long way off to be making a commitment but the best seats go early so I bit the bullet.