The sun is shining and the world is catching up with me again. My watches and clocks stay on BST all year round. Life is easier to cope with like that. A new season, a new beginning. Every day is a new beginning, every second is a new beginning. How boring, always starting again. Going away, going to work away for a week, then, I think, back again to face something. Poor people, always having to face something nasty. Life is never really easy, is it? Easier than we make it, though, usually. I’m guilty of making life difficult for people, but mainly as a chain reaction because they’re making it difficult for other people. I like dogs (that includes underdogs, I suppose. That’s where the train of thought was going). Tomorrow, when I get a bit of space on my own, I’ll walk the dog and bash the drums. I’ll still be able to get my work done, too. Breaking nails at the rate of two a day. This means I’m having to type with my fingertips, and it hurts. Damn. My plans have changed. Tonight I’m having another visitor. It never ends. ‘Tis a welcome visitor, to be sure, but it still involves a major change of plans and extra work. Damn.
